WHOOSH
The world around him shifted in a blinding blur.
One moment, he stared death in the face.
The very next moment, he found himself staring at the gray ground and the shattered cracks that spread across it. A burly, male arm held him at the waist, wrapping around him protectively and paternally.
It was a sensation he recognized.
It was a sensation he had known his entire life.
"You've grown stronger, Runark."
His voice was powerful, projecting a profoundly deep calmness.
Runark's eyes widened as he almost recoiled, turning to find none other than his father smiling at him.
A single remark escaped him.
"…Dad?"
