"My liege, get up! Now!" Blood Reign shouted inside his mind. Gone was the calm, steady tone. Her voice was filled with panic and horror. "My liege! Get up now, or we will perish forever!"
Damon's eyes snapped open. He moved on pure instinct, throwing himself sideways as space itself tore apart where he had been standing. A huge, gaping spatial rip split the ground open, edges shimmering with distorted light. It looked like a wound carved directly into reality, swallowing everything around it without a sound.
If he had been half a second slower, he would have been erased or thrown into god knows what world.
Damon rolled across the ground and barely managed to get back on one knee, gasping. His heart was pounding so violently that it felt like it was about to burst out of his chest. Cold sweat drenched his back.
"What… the hell… was that? Wait. Where are we?"
