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An horrid pain burns through his wounds, waking him up. He gasps for air in an attempt to soothe his ache. His eyes are open, his vision is dark and blurry, and despite the chaos, Neteyam hears voices surrounding him like echoes.
"…’s awake..."
"… are you… thank you great…"
"…teyam…"
He passes out before he can blink.
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I am currently rewriting this fic due to the numerous mistakes present in all chapters. It does not affect the story, I am rephrasing some sentences and fixing any errors to have the smoothest reading possible.