BOOM!
The thunderous explosion echoed in Gregor's ears as the world around him spiraled into a chaotic blur of darkness and disorienting motion.
The sharp metallic scent of blood flooded his nose, mingling with an oddly pleasant scent.
When he came back to his senses, he found himself sprawled on the cool white marble floor.
Valeria's firm grip on his shoulder anchored him. Her presence was steady and unyielding as she helped him regain his footing; her crimson hair caught the ambient glow of bioluminescent runes like threads of living flame.
Gregor's face had drained of color, pale as a ghost—as fresh air rushed into his lungs. His green eyes widened with the lingering echo of near-death.
"Thanks," he managed to rasp, his voice hoarse but filled with genuine gratitude for the woman who had just pulled him back from the brink.
