The shapeshifter finally regained vision, gazing up into the radiant sphere of light. His body felt like it had been crushed on every inch, every muscle, fiber and tendon, pain was everywhere and it was constant like an ever bleeding wound. His sight only showed him the tops of the tree as he looked up from the ground, laying in the smoldering ruins of a recently burnt down cottage as indicated by the smoke snaking upwards. Though he had no memory of what took place here, he had an uneasy feeling that he might have been responsible for this damage.
Daval lifted his torso to a vertical position, not using his arms in anyway as one lay beside him and the other grasped his sword, he scanned the area as he slowly tilted his partially shrouded head from side to side. The temperature around him was significantly colder than outside this perimeter despite the rays of the sun directly striking him. It was as if he was absorbing all sources of heat that came within six meters of him.
Suddenly hearing the sounds of approaching footsteps in the distance, the young man got up to his feet and noticed that the sounds were coming from a forest path that led out of the small forest clearing he was currently in. Turning his vision directly to the source of the sounds, Daval awaited for whatever was about to pass through here.
