In the minute that followed, Terrian was immersed in a state of temporary disorientation and sluggishness caused by the huge shock. He found it difficult to focus his gaze, and his mind was filled with tumultuous noise—his psyche, like a lone boat in a storm, pitched and tossed—yet even so, his reason remained lucid.
He knew it was the Spectral Flames that had appeared in the darkness which preserved his sanity and prevented it from being tainted by the power of The Saint of the Profound.
Moments later, he gradually regained his breath. Since he hadn't suffered severe psychic contamination, the hallucinations in his head quickly dissipated. At the same time, he heard a calm voice coming from across: "It looks like you've recovered."
Terrian lifted his head and looked at the tall figure across the navigation table, "It was you who 'pulled' me out just now..."
