The violent return to physical reality felt exactly like being dropped from a terrifying height directly onto solid, unyielding stone.
Valeria gasped loudly, her glowing amethyst eyes snapping open as the chaotic, infinite archive of the root directory completely vanished from her consciousness. The deafening, mechanical roar of the data waterfall was instantly replaced by the panicked shouts of her husbands. She was back on the sunlit wooden porch of the Oakhaven manor. Kael still had his strong, heavily scarred arms wrapped securely around her waist, his face pale with a raw, unprecedented terror. Ignis stood right beside them, his golden metallic hands slowly dropping away from her temples as he severed the conceptual connection.
The physical world was no longer paused in time, but it was profoundly and terrifyingly broken.
