When Nashka woke up, the sky had turned to the light gray color of dawn. He stood up and flicked the soil off his body, watching the fog gradually envelop the wilderness.
The right leg bone should be broken, and there are large and small scratches on the arm. There are green plants on the ground under the buttocks, and it is moist and soft.
The most important thing is——
Still alive.
"Am I lucky or unlucky..." He sighed softly, looking helplessly ahead.
Several black figures appeared in the mist not far away, with two huge wings on both sides of their tall bodies.