He-El rolled off the pterosaur while clutching his limbs, his entire body twitching in pain. His sensitive reflex nerves magnified every strain, bruise, and bleeding wound across his body tenfold, making him feel every tear and ache in his flesh.
He-El furrowed his tiny brows, breathing in and out as he used every bit of control he had to ease the soreness in his body. Based on the state of his body, he adjusted to the breathing method best suited for the moment, gradually adapting to the pain and exhaustion.
In the end, his body calmed down. He-El leaned against the pterosaur, his mouth hanging open, tongue lolling out, eyelids drooping halfway. He was exhausted enough to fall asleep at any moment, nearly slipping into the deepest restorative slumber with every breath.
Can't sleep. I need to eat something first.
He-El knew that he was lacking nutrients right now. After fighting a pterosaur in the body of an infant, he absolutely could not fall asleep yet.
Not to mention the dangers in the forest. Especially since the pterosaur had smashed into a boulder, its brains bursting out and blood pouring everywhere—it might attract carnivorous beasts.
One careless moment, and He-El, this fifty-centimeter runt, could easily be swallowed whole.
Moreover, after such extreme exertion, fatigue, and soreness, if he rested without replenishing his nutrients, He-El feared that this body of his would not endure it. There was a high chance he would fall asleep and never wake up. Then he would truly be dead.
He-El braced himself against the pterosaur's corpse, took several heavy breaths, and crawled toward its neck.
Blood spraying from the pterosaur's head had soaked the nearby ground. By the time He-El crawled over, his hands were drenched in blood as well.
When he reached the pterosaur's head,