"Ugh..."
Sollivan slowly opened his eyes and groaned from the intense pain he felt. He looked at the illuminated ceiling of the vault with blurred vision, then turned his head weakly to his right, where a mutilated human corpse lay stretched out.
He wasn't surprised or frightened. He waited calmly until his vision cleared, and then he saw Sven's dead body clearly. He sighed in pain. 'Good thing you're dead.' He turned his head back and stared at the ceiling, exhaling heavily with a heart burdened by mixed emotions.
'I survived death this time.' He assessed his condition, but the overwhelming pain radiating from everywhere made it impossible for him to understand his situation precisely. Slowly, he moved his hands, raised them high, and examined them under the light. That was when he noticed his entire body was covered in a thick, sticky black layer, resembling a smooth armor. It pulsed faintly with a dim blue glow.
