"Lukas!" Axel shouted, with what little air was left in his lungs.
Lukas' hands moved and his lungs swelled with air before he could think. He spun to face Axel, but before he could glimpse him, he saw claws nearing his face, ready to gouge out his features and turn him into another gravestone.
But before they reached him, in the brief moments between moments, his body moved without thought and his mouth moved to make a sound, the only sound he could. Time slowed and froze as the air escaped his lungs and formed that word.
"Tor"
The world unravelled before him and Lukas was sent hurling back through the time between time. He watched the events through his memory but learned little. He did, however, gather an understanding of the ghast. It was only a slight understanding, but it was the best he had.
