"Where am I? Everything is static like fuzz. Why what happened?" Blake's question sends a ripple through his awakening mind stirring up the prior events in a painful recollection.
"What even was that!" He wrenches at the thought of his prior visage the horrifying transformation. His fingers instinctively check for the sensation of flesh instead of the surging flow of energy. Flashbacks and remnant sensations of the Aurarian form plague his mind.
"I felt like my brain was being deep-fried with information. Everything all at once. Every thought and emotion firing at once weaved together all under a second." Blake says, urging his hand to brush the dishevelled sweaty black hair out of his exhausted eyes. The acrid smell of stale sweat plagues his nose.
