Erend's mind remained buried beneath a thick haze. It was not truly fog. It felt more like endless black ink that clung to every corner of his consciousness, refusing to disperse.
His thoughts moved sluggishly as though they were fighting against an invisible current that wanted to drag him back into the darkness.
Slowly, he blinked his massive Dragon eyes several times. The distorted world created by the Black Rage gradually faded away, replaced by reality as it truly was.
The endless sea of enemies disappeared. The blood-soaked illusions dissolved. Colors slowly returned to normal, and the battlefield finally became recognizable once again.
His gaze wandered across the devastated landscape until it stopped several hundred meters away.
