I’ll keep watch
When I awoke, the world was a haze of pain and disorientation. The first thing I became aware of was the sharp, throbbing ache in my chest and arm, a burning reminder of the demon's claws that had torn through my flesh. My head felt heavy, and every breath I took was labored, a dull pressure weighing on my ribs.
The chamber around me was dim, lit only by the flickering light of a small fire that Nathaniel must have started. The walls of the fort seemed to close in, shadows dancing ominously as the fire crackled softly.
The once menacing and eerie structure now felt almost like a tomb, quiet and still, with only the sound of our shallow breathing to break the silence.
Nathaniel was kneeling beside me, his face etched with concern as he carefully examined the wound on my chest. His brow was furrowed in concentration, his lips pressed into a thin line. His hands, usually so sure and steady, trembled slightly as he worked to stop the bleeding.