A breath.
One single, raspy breath. Something Dagramir never thought he would feel the sensation of ever again. Air penetrated through the dust and ash that covered his face and occupied his mouth, his head wretched upwards as he attempted to cough out whatever residue remained in him. Taking a few moments to stare upwards through the cracks in the rubble that covered his body, he saw something he never thought he would see again either. A bright blue sky. White clouds drifting across his view. Was this heaven? He was not sure, though he certainly felt like hell.
