Soren's eyes snapped open. They squinted.
Blinding light above.
This place—he did not recognise it.
He willed, but his body would not move. It was not that he could not feel. But that his body did not respond to him when he commanded it to move.
Like something had disconnected the command from reaching its destination.
Instinctively, he spread his Blackfield.
Thus was action that he instantly regretted.
His skin screamed at him and he groaned out.
That sharp pain. Like a million needles dancing on the cells of a specific spot.
However, that little time he managed to use his Blackfield, gave him a quick map of his immediate environment.
They were people around him. Equipments.
They were familiar.
"Cyn..." he had barely finished pronouncing her name before he heard her heavy steeps rush to him.
Her shadow obstructed the light, perfectly allowing him to somewhat open his eyes.
Her helmet had been fixed.
