Owyn's eyes scraped open, beholding a blurry white light as he felt surrounded by softness and a gentle cool that was far more refreshing than the summer outside... and oddly scentless.
A bit strange, but it wasn't like he had any expectations with regards to being dead. If this was the afterlife, then it wasn't as unpleasant as sleeping on a cot.
He tried to recall what had happened to him, and memories rushed in to fill his mind with the disaster that had unfolded. He remembered the titan cutting one of the veteran hunters in half... Aban shouting orders...
As the scout and the one responsible for drawing the titan to the cliffs, Owyn had tried to keep the monster's attention. Only as soon as Aban spoke through the stone, the monster had turned away from Owyn to-
Aban's stone!
Owyn leaned up, realizing he was dressed in some kind of loose-fitting white clothes of a style that was plain and unadorned. A slight pain was telling him something was in his arm.
