"Ah…" Kevin jolted, consciousness returning to him as he looked around.
He was…sitting somewhere in the open.
Through the clotted blood, he made out his surroundings and was baffled to find himself seated somewhere entirely different.
He was no longer in the forest, surrounded by lush green trees and the dark miasma of that corrupted bastard who'd been inches away from killing his—
"Natalie!" He rose to his feet, only to collapse to his knees, his body refusing to respond.
His head snapped around, trying to find his friend. "NATALIE!!" he cried, his voice scraping against his throat, burning him.
His body trembled, tears welling in his eyes at the worst possibility.
He had died.
His friends…they wouldn't be spared.
No. No. No. No. No. No, no, no, NOOOOO!
"Calm down, child." A voice suddenly snapped him out of his breakdown.
He looked up. The brilliance was blinding. He couldn't look directly at the figure standing before him.
