"Watch out, Lord Cherion!"
The panicked scream barely registered before something heavy crashed sideways into Cherion's shoulder, sending him tumbling shoulder onto the rough ground. His breath hitched as his ribs slammed against the ground, dust filling his nose and mouth in a dry, choking wave.
Great. This again, modern Cherion thought, his inner voice ringing with a mix of deep exhaustion and irritation.
He was entirely trapped in his own head. He couldn't move his arms on his own, couldn't control his breathing, and couldn't stop the barrage of sensory inputs flooding his brain. It was a memory of the OG Cherion's past, replaying behind his eyelids like a dark stage play he was forced to watch from the front row.
