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I felt like shit.
âI could not begin to describe what hurt or burned, and I found myself leaning into Rafayel's touch as he held me to him. He seemed untouched by the blazing heat that swallowed the room whole, while I tried to draw out every last speck of crystalline essence. I was the vacuum, and Sylpha was what powered it.
âBut just as quickly as the pain had engulfed me, each time I managed to peel my eyes open enough to inspect the damage to my body, I saw a bruise faded and some color returned to my skin, patch by patch. It still felt like I had been pushed through a meat grinder, but the agony started to recede, my lids drooping from overwhelming exhaustion. My chest heaved, my body lurching as something too hot to be only bile shot up through my burning throat.
