The spatial tear snapped shut behind Rosh with a implosive pop.
He tumbled out of the void, his boots skidding across a floor of burned wood. His breath came in ragged, heavy gasps, and his throat burned with the metallic taste of blood. Rosh immediately dropped into a low, defensive crouch, his fingers tensed into talons as his eyes frantically scanned the darkness around him.
There was no white mana. No suffocating, mountain-like atmospheric pressure. No auburn-haired human titan staring at him with cold, ancient eyes.
He had escaped.
'huh? What am i thinking? It was not impossible of course, why wouldn't i be able to escape?' His mind was a mess.
Rosh slowly stood upright, wiping the trail of dark blood from his chin. But as he looked around the ruined interior of the room, a sudden, icy shudder ran down his spine.
