My head hurts. It feels as though someone had swung at my head with a baseball bat.
No, that wasn't quite right—this pain was deeper, more disorienting, as if my brain had been scrambled by an explosion.
Right… the Disaster of Ruin. I had been caught in his blast, hadn't I?
How many times now? Three? Or was it four?
It's hard to remember. More importantly, how am I still alive?
If I was truly caught in the antimatter explosion, I would have died for sure. Did I manage to escape the blast radius somehow?
Shit! My memory is foggy. I can't think straight.
My thoughts swirled in a chaotic haze as if refusing to align. Was it the pain, or something else, that made it so hard to think straight?
