'Why am I here?'
'Where am I?'
'Why is my sword drawn?'
'There's a ghast, should I help?'
'Oh, there's injured people, is that why I came?'
'Oak's here too, did I want to ask him something?'
'Why is my body acting so strangely?'
Questions and confusion swirled in Lukas' mind, amidst the fog and curtains obscuring it from his gaze. He stood motionless and emotionless for several minutes, all the while people were bleeding out, dying, fighting, and screaming at him. Yet, he couldn't process it, for he did not know what was happening or why.
As much as his own body's instincts screamed at him to move, to take action, he couldn't. He didn't even notice when Axel ran up to him, yelling about why he and Oak weren't doing anything. Nobody seemed to know what was happening, even those unaffected or less affected.
But Lukas did feel the pain of the slap across his face.
