I dropped like a stone, hitting the ground with a hard thud, coughing violently as I clutched at my throat. Each gasp scraped through my raw windpipe, but I was breathing again, and that was enough.
The chamber was blinding now.
My eyes clamped shut on instinct, the brilliance too intense to face.
"What the hell…?" Drugar's voice cracked through the light, but it had changed. The thunder was gone, replaced by something else. Unease.
"What is this…? You… you...how are you here?"
I still couldn't see, but I heard it.
The tremble in his voice.
Whoever or whatever had arrived wasn't someone he expected… and definitely not someone he wanted to face.
Then, just as suddenly as it had come, the light vanished. Gone in a blink, swallowed back into the void.
And with it, so was Drugar.
The chamber fell dead silent.
Then the sound of a notification...
Ding!
[Grave Consecration Successful]
[New Graveyard Has Been Established]
