Elena
A strong, violent pressure with a tearing force that rips through the upper layers of my psychic field and collapses inward, dragging everything with it.
I drop to one knee, as I breathe out in a sharp, broken gasp. The world blurs, my sight smearing as if reality itself is briefly dragged out of alignment. The ward I was maintaining around the perimeter shudders, symbols flaring hot against my inner sight before stabilizing again.
I slam my hand against the ground.
Adrian.
The scream isn't a word. It isn't even a thought. It's raw intent, stripped of language, coupled with panic braided with fury, a pain sharpened into something desperate and reaching.
A hand clawing through the dark.
My vision breaks into tiny pieces, and for a heartbeat, or less, I see him bound. Bound, in a glass chamber.
