Revan's eyes fluttered open, his heavy lids parting slowly as if waking from a deep, paralyzing slumber.
He found himself lying on his back in the slurry, staring up at a white sky that offered nothing.
Driven by instinct, he immediately tried to sit up.
The abrupt motion sent a dull, grinding protest through his ribs, but the pain was quieter than before.
"W-what's going on?"
Reflexively, his right hand went to his head, pressing against his temple.
The world was spinning.
His thoughts were fragmented, scattered like shards of a mirror he was trying to reassemble while half-conscious.
"Wait... wait wait wait." His fingers dug into his scalp.
"Just now... something flowed into my body. Something insane. It felt like getting struck by lightning from the inside... God, it was so painful I must have blacked out."
He whipped his head around.
