Elian's POV
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When his eyes opened again, his ears rang like his blood was swelling. His vision was blurry and the sound of men—probably guards—yelling echoed.
As he raised his head, however, the first thing he saw was a nearly pale outstretched hand pointed at his face, forcing him to look further until he saw the owner of said hand.
"Come on," Kyren muttered with a small smirk, although his eyes were squinted like he was trying to evaluate something.
Elian drew in a deep breath before grabbing his hand, gritting his teeth as he stepped away from the edge of his bed and got on his feet.
With a wave of Kyren's other hand, the dust and smoke in the room disappeared, revealing the chaotic scene.
"Bloody..." Elian cursed under his breath, his jaw tightening when he saw the large hole blown into the far wall.
Aside from that, most of the ground was reduced to rubble, marble and dust piling up.
