Sar turned to look at Cassian, who was already falling— But before he could make sense of it, he realized he was also plummeting toward the ground… except something was wrong.
He couldn't control his body. He couldn't feel it.
Then came the real shock—when he hit the ground, he saw his own body already lying there.
But he had fallen elsewhere.
And standing beside his lifeless form… was Cassian. Sword in hand.
Red blade glowing faintly. Burned clothes fluttering in the wind, but not a single wound on him.
Sar's thoughts spun. He had seen him leap into the strike. Even a Third Circle warrior wouldn't have survived that unscathed. But Cassian had. Somehow.
As darkness began to claim his vision, the last thing that echoed in Sar's fading mind was a single, unanswered thought— "How...?"
