The world swirled in disjointed colors, a chaotic mesh of nonsense. Everything twisted in a circular motion, like staring into the heart of a whirlwind or gazing down the depths of a whirlpool.
Kallen blinked slowly and groggily, trying to make sense of what was real, and what wasn't?
A sharp, splitting pain lanced through his skull, the relentless ringing in his ears, making it impossible to focus.
His vision wavered, dancing between clarity in one moment, and distortion in the next. But as things slowly began to make sense, his consciousness, also began slipping away.
Just before the darkness reclaimed him, he caught sight of something... someone.
A man?
The only feature Kallen truly registered about him, just before his mind shut down completely, was a pair of steely, beautiful hazel eyes staring right at him.
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"She's waking up!"
"We might need to call the Patriarch before she does."
"Might? He should already be here."
"Yes, ma'am."
