Under-Frostholm

My vision blurred, and the world around me seemed to spin. The notifcation from Ares had taken me by surprise at the current situation, and before I could process its last one's meaning, darkness overcame me.

***

"Yawn…" When I finally regained consciousness, I found myself lying on the cold, stone floor of the underground tunnel, well, my head was on top of Lira's lap at least.

The fire had dwindled to embers, casting eerie shadows on the walls. 

Evie, Izzy, Seraphine, and Eamon were huddled nearby, their worried expressions illuminated by the faint glow.

"Nord, are you okay?" Lira asked as she caressed my forehead once, her voice filled with concern as she helped me sit up properly.

I touched my head, feeling a dull ache. "I'm... I'm fine?" I muttered, still trying to shake off the disorientation.