Upon exiting the tower, the shift was immediate.
His soul was ripped out of his shattered Tower body, then hurled into his actual body. There was darkness as his body was sleeping while he hunted in the Frostbitten Forest.
Ethan's eyes shot open.
The world blurred into view as the new sensations of this body streamed into his consciousness. He was slightly sore, but aside from his left shoulder, he felt pretty much as good as new.
But that wasn't what surprised him.
"What the-"
Mark was standing over him and...
"What the hell are you doing?!"
Elara was on top of him.
She had been trying to wake Ethan, and to do so, had been bouncing on his torso, gripping his shoulders and shaking him with surprising force. Her expression, usually timid and distant, was filled with raw panic.
But when he came to, she was startled.
Then they locked eyes in an awkward silence, blue on red.
Ethan blinked.
"Why are you sitting on me?"
