Gripping the stone shard, he's walking down the outcrop.

On his back, the large bags containing his armor and tools slowed him down again.

He'd put back his shirt on. No beautiful lady to impress anyway, he thought, before dismissing the thought as unworthy of a Knight.

He was tired. Very, very tired. All he wanted now was to roll down as a ball under his blanket and sleep until the morning.

He was reaching the bottom of the stairs when it happened. The whole cavern filled with blue light, blinding him.

He felt like his mind was exploding, then his body started hurting as if it were ripped apart. His hand, gripping the shard ever tighter, whitened at the knickles as he couldn't help but cry out in anguish.

He fell on his knees.