Jack's eyes opened to chaos.
He was running. His legs pumped beneath him with a strength and speed that felt too powerful.
He was running too fast. The ground blurred beneath his feet as he sprinted across stone that cracked under the force of his weight.
Voices shouted around him. Words he couldn't quite make out at first, muffled as if he were underwater.
But he knew they were talking to him. Calling to him. Warning him.
"Sarin! Keep up!" A male voice, crackling with energy and barely contained laughter.
'Sarin?' Jack thought, panic spiking through his chest. 'Who the hell is Sarin? What's happening?'
He glanced down at his arms as he ran. They weren't his arms. Too large, too muscular, covered in what looked like golden armor that gleamed even in the dim light.
His hands, when he caught sight of them, were massive things that could have crushed stone.
This wasn't his body.
Behind them, something roared.
