Finally, Azzy opened his eyes slowly, like someone waking from a nightmare rather than meditation.
Sweat trickled down his face, dripping off his jaw and soaking into his shirt. His breath came in uneven pulls at first, then steadied when he forced himself to take long, deep inhales.
He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and muttered under his breath. "What was that…" The shock in his voice wasn't something he could hide. "It's been years since I even felt pressure like that." He stared at his trembling fingers. "No… not pressure. That felt like divine presence... something powerful... something like..."
