The world was a haze of shadows and muted sounds. Kaelen's body felt as though it were weighed down by lead, his limbs heavy and unresponsive. For what felt like an eternity, he floated in the void—no sense of time, no sense of self. Then, suddenly, a sharp jolt ripped through him.
His eyes snapped open, and the world came crashing back in a blur of motion and color. The first thing he saw was the Vysarian, its skeletal frame towering over the battlefield like a grotesque specter. Its crimson eyes burned with the same malice he remembered from their first encounter. A flood of questions surged through his mind.
Where am I?
Where are the others?
Why in the hell is that thing here?!
He blinked rapidly, his vision slowly sharpening. The view in front of him was a chaotic mess.
