Amelia's eyes flew open as the last traces of the illusion slipped away. Her forehead was sweaty, and her breath came in fast, shallow bursts.
She blinked, trying to shake off the disorientation, until the familiar feel of Chaos beneath her feet and the steady presence of Spark before her brought her back to reality.
The world around them had returned to normal, the dense mist that had swallowed her whole now a distant memory.
As she glanced at Spark, who was already awake and appeared unfazed, she hesitated before asking, "When did you wake up from the illusion?"
"Just a moment ago," Spark replied nonchalantly as if the trial they had faced was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.
"That's quick," she murmured, a hint of admiration in her voice.
