Dark... Everything is very, very dark... Ohh, this pain is more than I can bear... Where am I? What's going on?
The Lord of the Undying Storm - or perhaps his current title should be the Lord of the Slightly Cold Breeze - Was in an excruciating amount of pain running from his scalp to his toes; every part of his body seemed to throb in agony. His head was ringing louder than a earthquake, his back felt like a massive knot had been tied in it. And yet he still found the self-absorption necessary to be angry at Ekimu.
Raising his massive palm as his flaring muscles could allow, he thrust all his elemental energy towards the door in an attempt to free himself - and his eye sockets seemed to grow three times their size as a single snowflake fluttered down and melted on his knee.
Utter hopelessness was setting in, but he wasn't giving up on his ego that easily. His hand dropped with a resounding thud, followed by a howl as it sent a shock through his arm and up to his head.