As the horrific, all consuming pain invaded his every fiber and very soul, the knight unleashed an agonizing roar. No matter how loud and earth shattering his scream, it was unable to match the lantern's punishment. There followed a metallic taste as he was certain his vocal cords hadn't been able withstand the strain, but his throat was the least of his worries.

Over almost as quick as it began, the winds disappeared and the pressure started to dissolve away from his body. Fyair's massive chest heaved, his shaken uneven breath the aftermath of pure and real suffering. He wobbled and wavered, exhausted beyond his limits by the traumatic event. The lids of his glazed eyes felt heavy as darkness closed in around his senses. With the last of his strength he teetered and tottered on his unstable standing before finally giving in as his massive form toppled backwards.

However long he was unconscious, it allowed a minimal amount of regain to bring the mountain back to life. He groaned and grabbed at his temples with one hand. What a pain in the ass. Never again would he make such a rash decision to satisfy his deadly curiosity. Fyair frowned as he glanced the skin of his hand and down to his wrist and forearm where he glared at the hidden scales. "What on earth?" He flexed his fingers and muscles, watching intensely as the odd things rippled beneath the surface. His head and hand fell to the side with an agitated sigh. Perhaps he deserved to be trapped in this strange forest--deserved to be assigned to this odd asylum.