An explosion—and everything became clear. A battle was taking place. Everything moved too fast. No time to follow. Sparks flew at unimaginable speed. Streaks of light formed. Even the light itself seemed to tremble. The fighters were unique. Powerful. Dangerous.
Suddenly, a strike came in his direction and… nothing.
He woke up in his inn bed. He had been sleeping. But for how long? He couldn't remember. What was certain was that everything had calmed down. At least for a fraction of a second—because a faint sneeze shattered the silence.
Ilîa was at his bedside. Or rather, she had been, because the sneeze made her jump up in surprise. But now, everything was quiet again.
Aaron had sat up—but he hadn't woken up.