I sat up, panic surging through my system like ice water. The ground beneath me was rocky, uneven, covered with the sparse, tough vegetation that somehow survived in the wasteland. In the distance rose silver spires, glinting in the harsh sunlight.
Argent, the Citadel, I could see it, it wasn't so far away.
"No. No, no, no." My voice emerged as a croak, my throat still dry despite days of rest.
I struggled trying to stand up, nearly falling as my weakened legs protested the sudden movement. My head spun, the aftereffects of the Quickstep backlash still lingering in my mind. But that was the least of my problems now.
I was outside the barrier. Outside the protection of Argent. In the wasteland.
