Argon lay there for what felt like an eternity, catching his breath and trying to regain his strength. Around him, he could see other people emerging from the space crack, all of them with terrified expressions on their faces.
Some were badly injured, while others were barely conscious. The space crack flickered and shimmered, as if struggling to maintain its form in the face of the collapsing world.
Argon struggled to sit up, his muscles screaming in pain. He looked around for any sign of the members of the Heavenly Sword Sect, but he can only see students of the sect.
Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Isadora slowly waking up, her eyes fluttering open.
"My Lord?" she said weakly, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I'm here," he replied, relieved to see her awake. "How do you feel?"
"Like I got hit by a mountain," she said with a weak smile.
