Sinking into an ethereal plane, away from the grasps of time, life, or death, he soon surfaced from the all-too-familiar fountain of blood, slowly dragging himself out with his reformed body before falling into the ground below.
As quick as he met with the solid surface below, the memories of his previous life sprang to his mind, memories of the dozens of ravenous teeth tearing him apart. Remembering this, bile spit out from his mouth before he wept without an ounce of restraint.
"Dammit…!"
Even as it felt like his throat was being eviscerated, he screamed out as loud as he could to the unmoving depths of blood and darkness.