Fizziness didn't begin to describe it, Northern's eyes blurred as they opened, feeling a burning in his left shoulder, he held tightly letting out a low groan as he tried to sit up.
Northern lowered his head for a few seconds, the fog in his head was still thick and it reflected in the lightless look in his eyes.
Then he raised his head to take in his surrounding.
His surrounding was shrouded in a pale darkness, underlit by glowing crimsons.
His back laid against a rocky edge, cold wind sneakily bit into the skin of his face. Most part of his body was covered by Eternal Twilight so he didn't feel it as much.
He tried to stand up but a sharp pain pierced through his left hand, with his shoulder impaled, his hand felt stiff and pale like a bloodless vessel.
