TW: Mentions of blood
"Ungf."
Athalic Grunts as he falls against a tree, holding his now crimson red side, the blood seeping through his cloak and now covering his palm.
"Stupid demi gods. All... Ughf"
He crashes back down as he tries to get up, his breaths quick and hoarse.
"All high an mighty... Driven by the sight of their own power."
Athalic slowly pushes himself up again and sighs, now properly leaning against the tree, trying to regain his breath, blood down dripping from his hand, staining the frail blades of grass below.
"They get to have power from the gods. All I get is a curse. Damn them."
Athalic slowly limps away, stumbling every so often. Cursing to himself, annoyed and drained.