"Logan..." Pixel muttered, reaching her hand out in Logan's direction.
His body was vibrating—just barely—as he kept his gaze fixed to the floor. "You know, sometimes, there's moments where it feels like the gods themselves detest your being," he said.
The world thrummed—thrashed, even, as not only color, but space itself seemed to wield immeasurable animosity.
Instead of swirling back out to change environments, the sensation was more like having your organs wrung out of you.
Pixel shook at the force, just barely balancing herself on Logan's shoulder.
Pound, pound, pound!
Now, color slammed from the ground, washing over the two like a tsunami. This time, the scene was familiar. A pure white room that hummed with mana, supporting the one person inside.
"You know, ever since she's awakened her Gift, I always knew she would be special," a voice said, standing all the way in the corner of a room.
