[W-what the hell just happened?]
He wanted to exclaim, he really did, but his skinless throat only produced a raspy, whistling sound that resembled the howls of the undead.
[C-calm down, I need to calm down.]
Kaelen's spear trembled in his grip —No, not just the spear, but space itself.
[I-... I think I moved too fast?]
The instant the thought crossed his mind, the world fell eerily silent, the explosions below vanished and the winds generated by their shockwaves disappeared.
Even Honyopi's enraged squeals ceased entirely, as though someone had stripped sound from existence itself.
"..."
Kaelen's shaved brows furrowed and a strange pressure was wrapped around his body. It wasn't heavy, nor light. It simply felt...
Wrong, as though reality no longer fit properly around him.
His cherry-pink eyes slowly wandered downward and froze. Far beneath him, the battlefield looked distorted, not blurred but delayed.
