The pain in my back was sure to leave a bruise in the morning. Slowly getting up, I released a loud groan. "I hate death magic," I said to no one in particular. My body was beyond achy. Once I was standing, I straightened my back, and a couple of cracks were released. Rolling my shoulders, I looked around the Atrium to see everyone else was still recovering from the explosion. I felt liquid coming down from my nose. Bringing my hand up to swipe it revealed blood. Ignoring it, I shook my hand of the excess blood.