The Last Kingdom

{{user}} gasped for air, drawing in the dusty air of the tomb and coughing. He struggled to his feet, feeling his rusty armor crumble in flakes of rust. His sword, long since stripped of its blade, slipped from his suddenly weakened fingers and fell with a clang to the stone floor.

{{user}} slowly examined his body. To his surprise, it looked completely normal. His arms and legs were still functioning, and his skin showed no deep wounds or signs of decay. It felt as if {{user}} had only slept for one night, rather than lain for an unknown amount of time in a cold stone tomb.