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Kaathe, for the first time in a while, opened his eyes. His body felt stiff, as if it hadn't moved for days, but he still attempted to sit up. His sight was beyond burry, as his mind, for one reason or another, could only perceive colors, not shapes. His body was numb, and stung itself every time he moved. If there was any sound near him, then his ears hadn't begun to notice. As for his sense of smell...right now, it was focusing on breathing, above all else. This lead Kaathe to assume that most of his senses were still waking up.

He didn't know where he was, or how he got there, but the fact was that he had survived the Kest mission. Whether or not the person who brought him back was from the team or just a passerby was unknown at the moment. As he waited for his body to fully awaken from its current state, he began to sort out what had happened. His body was overtaxed, and he had fallen unconscious after the mission was over. He remembered giving a prayer for another dark elf he had known long ago. He remembered that he had discarded his crossbow and spear, because he just had to keep fighting until he either died, or survived until the mission was over.

Minutes passed, and his senses slowly began to fix themselves. His sight began to form shapes and movement. His touch began to return, as his body faded away from numbness. He began to listen, hearing the snoring of something nearby. His scen-Dear Goddess, what in the HELL was that smell?! It was a lethal scent, more dangerous than any demon or monster Kaathe had faced. It was akin to that of an ancient serpent, reeking of age and rotting corpses.

He needed air. He needed fresh air. So without thinking, he began to pound his fists into the wall nearby. It didn't take much, just a few swings managed to bash out enough bricks for Kaathe to stick his upper torso out and gasp for air. His hands were slightly bleeding, but he'd rather that over whatever poisonous gas someone had decided to place him in.