Vyan stumbled backward, the rush of headlights painting his wide eyes gold for a split second. He hit the pavement hard, landing on his butt with a grunt as the car screeched to a halt inches from his legs.
He thought he was a goner for sure at that exact moment, that he was going to reach the afterlife soon.
"Holy—" he gasped, breath catching in his throat. "Oh, my goddess. I got saved. That... that could've been the end."
Chest heaving, heart punching against his ribs, he blinked up at the city sky, still not fully processing how he'd not become roadkill. His palms scraped the concrete, trembling slightly.
He sat there for a moment, stunned in disbelief, whispering a shaky thanks to his goddess and whoever the gods were in this world.
His instincts had kicked in just in time. If he has been an inch slower, he'd be smeared across the road like splattered curry. And that would've been a terribly undignified way to die.
The car door slammed shut.
