Nathanael's POV:
"What's happening?"
Staring into Devana's eyes, I fail to grasp everything that just happened. She takes a moment as well in order to understand how to answer my question.
Her knitted eyebrows, and the force at which she grips my shoulders tell me how urgent the situation around me really is.
"We couldn't reach you for the past ten minutes. You tell me what happened," she retorts.
"I am not sure, but I think I've been subjected to some kind of illusion," I attempt to pace my breathing.
"We've been attacked," she states, letting go of my shoulders.
"By whom? Is everyone alright?" my eyes hover over her still immaculate clothes.
Devana takes a second to calm down. Her demeanor then shifts, displaying a short lived grimace, "Under different circumstances, I wouldn't have celebrated my rivals' survival, but yes, everyone is alright,"
