Thoren sat with his back against the trench wall.
His breathing was shallow. Each inhale was a battle, each exhale a small surrender. He grimaced in pain; his face twisted with the effort of simply staying upright.
Blood still dripped from his nose, his ears, the corners of his mouth.
His ribs screamed with every breath. His spine felt like it had been shattered into a dozen pieces. His legs were numb. His arms trembled.
Without hesitation, he opened the Abyssal Market.
The familiar interface flickered to life before his eyes, a translucent panel of shifting runes and symbols.
He navigated to the potion section, his fingers moving with desperate speed. He did not have time to browse, and he did not have time to compare prices or read descriptions.
Quickly, he bought a Peak Grade Bronze Healing Potion. Apart from that, he also bought a rejuvenation potion.
