Morvyr's expression tightened as he pushed against the ground, mana coursing through his body as he attempted to force himself back onto his feet.
The pressure on his body was difficult enough to overcome. Yet the moment Morvyr committed himself to rising, the burden on his soul became noticeably heavier.
His arms trembled as he continued pushing, managing to raise one knee from the ground before forcing the other to follow.
Slowly, Morvyr stood.
His posture remained hunched beneath the weight bearing down on him, but he was standing nonetheless.
Then he tasted blood.
Morvyr's tongue brushed against the inside of his mouth as another warm sensation began trickling from one of his ears.
