Elian's POV
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[Wake up you dramatic twink.]
His eyes jolted open when he heard the system's voice. He scanned his eyes around and realised soon that he was lying on the floor, his head throbbing with a skull-splitting headache.
After a few seconds, his memories of what happened began flashing through his mind like a flood.
The hooded man. Kyren teleporting him out of the bakery. And then—
"Search the vicinity for anyone who was injured!" A familiar voice yelled out a command behind him just then, forcing him to sit up and turn his head around.
A man with ashen hair and a full body in black armour pointed at other soldiers, directing them at a building that was up in flames.
Elian's eyes widened with realisation when he saw the smoke and red flames billowing into the sky like some burnt offering.
"Kyren..." He muttered under his breath, but then the ashen-haired man whipped his head to him, squinting.
Oh, that was Farrell.
