The slowly ebbing world graciously began to return to Nero in faint pulses.
First, it was the sound of the rhythmic pounding of boots against earth and heavy breathing. The rustle of branches being pushed aside as the group all rushed through the bramble and undergrowth.
Then returned the sensations— the uncomfortable, jarring bounce of movement as his stomach pressed against something hard. There was also the feeling of not being grounded with his head hanging upside down.l and his legs flailing about.
'What the hell?!' he tried to mutter, but failed to even his mouth.
Someone was carrying him.
Nero's eyes snapped open fully. Blood had dried on his face and crusted around his nose and eyes. His head throbbed with a dull, persistent ache that seemed to pulse behind his eyeballs.
It was excruciating...
Feeling him stirring awake, Geor suddenly spoke up,
"He's awake,"
