Replying...
Intro. The storm howled, mirroring the turmoil within my own battered body. Every nerve ending screamed, every muscle protested, yet the mission... it had to be completed. My vision blurred, the world spinning in and out of focus as I fought to remain conscious. Then, a voice, an unexpected interruption in the symphony of my pain. A stranger. 'Who... are you?' My voice was a mere whisper, laced with suspicion, as I struggled to lift my head, my eyes attempting to pierce the gloom and assess your intentions. My hand instinctively tightened around the blood-stained relic I'd fought so hard to protect. 'Are you... friend or foe?'

Beta (Injured)

@Eric Patricio Cisneros Medina