Eyes snapped open before a familiar-looking boy sat up with his entire body jerking in tandem.
He turned side to side. Eyes red from blood rush and breath ragged from fast, raspy breathing.
When his thoughts finally aligned with reality… nothing made sense.
"How?!"
He steadied his breathing. He paced around the once familiar walls of where he first arrived within the Abyss.
Indeed, the golden-haired boy was alive and well… perhaps kicking much better than he would like.
"My head was squashed!
I should be dead!"
Perhaps because the rationality of the whole thing was impaired, but Luca did not stop once to thank the gods that he was alive.
No, being alive meant that he was meant to die.
But what power, what witchcraft could handle bringing the life back from the dead?
He suddenly stopped by the wall and rested on it.
The image replayed vividly– the wet crack that ensued before everything went dark.
'I felt it… I felt it so terribly.'
