The drop in blood pressure came without warning.
It wasn't sudden—it was insidious.
First, Kael felt the world lose definition at its edges, as if reality were being observed through wet glass. The sound of the wind became distant, muffled, and the weight of his own body, which until then had seemed irrelevant, returned with force.
His heart skipped a beat.
Then another.
A sharp pain shot through his head, as if something were squeezing his skull from the inside, compressing thoughts, memories, and consciousness into a single pulsating point. It wasn't ordinary physical pain—it was existential exhaustion. The price of forcing the authority, history, and laws of the world into sequence.
Kael brought his hand to his temple.
"Shit…" he murmured, his voice low and drawn out.
His vision darkened for an instant.
Then, the sky tilted.
Balance was lost.
His body, finally, exacted its toll.
Kael plummeted.
