For the following minute, Terrian remained immersed in a state of temporary confusion and dullness caused by the massive shock; his gaze could hardly focus, and countless noises churned in his mind, his intellect bobbing like a lone skiff amidst the storm—but even so, his reason was still lucid.
He knew that it was those Spectral Flames that had appeared in the darkness that had preserved his mind, averting its contamination by the power of The Saint of the Profound.
After another moment, he gradually regulated his breathing; since he hadn't suffered severe spiritual contamination, the illusions in his head rapidly dispersed. At the same time, he heard a steady voice from across, "It looks like you've recovered."
Terrian lifted his head and looked at the tall figure opposite the navigation desk, "It was you who 'pulled' me out just now..."
