For the first time in his life, Rylan, the Ascendant tier alien, found himself robbed of his senses. To make matters worse, he felt a pressure like that of several stars unloaded onto his back, keeping him in place.
"W—What happened?" Rylan spoke, or at least tried to. His lips refused to obey his command, barely trembling.
The Ascendant's mind raced, numerous questions resurfacing in his mind. The last thing he remembered was the human woman uttering some chant before he lost control over his own body.
"It's okay to breathe. I am permitted to live." Reassuring himself seemed to do the trick, his vision gradually returning.
Rylan realized that he was lying perpendicular to the hard ground. His eyes settled down.
Attempting to rise to his feet, he lifted his gaze.
His vision needed a few moments to adjust. Once his eyes began to make out the silhouette that was seemingly blending with the abysmal darkness of the cosmos, his heart froze, blood seeping from his eyes.
