Milo opened his eyes, and found himself lying on his back, soft sunlight was falling upon him, and the soft grass below soothed his weary body, Milo did not think that he had ever been so mangled before, even his fight with Loimos had not resulted in such dire injuries, his right arm had been thoroughly broken, his left hand had been chewed upon and ripped off… He was missing a few teeth and he had lost so much blood, he didn't even know how he was conscious right now.