Grey woke up laughing like a maniac. He looked up at the ceiling above him—or rather, the torn roof of the tent—and just laughed, and laughed, and laughed.
That was the strongest attack he had. It was everything he could put forward, and yet he wasn't even sure if he had penetrated skin back then. The backlash alone was strong enough that he had basically blown himself in half.
What the fuck was this? He was supposed to survive this?
BANG.
The cot shattered beneath Grey in a fiery inferno, but his magnetic fields and solar winds lifted him up to his feet before he could hit the dirtied ground.
He landed on his feet, his Shadow Forces emitting a large amount of black fog.
"Grey?" Mauve called out again. She did that every time he awoke with a start. But this time, his laughter had been the one to startle them.
Grey didn't respond, stepping outside of the tent as though he couldn't breathe within its walls. The dense fog around him only felt like it was suffocating him more.
