Third person POV
“Ignis eximius, animus invictus, libertas aeterna!”
Before the third sentence came, Evan's eyes were opened. He felt like he was dreaming. He couldn't move his body; he tried to move his arms, but they felt heavy.
“Ignis eximius, animus invictus, libertas aeterna!” The third came now, louder than the first two, and Evan knew he wasn't dreaming.
He began to hear the beating of drums and muffled and distant sounds, but they grew louder, more intense, and more urgent. This time, he decided to open his eyes.
“Damn!” A curse escaped his lips when a searing pain shot through his head and made him wonder why he was even in pain in the first instance. His palms went to his temple, but even when he rubbed it gently, it made him wince.
He looked around at this point, trying
