While still mulling over the fact that he was in his birthday suit, a faint shimmer flickered at the edge of his vision, like a ripple.
At first, it was barely noticeable, a subtle distortion in the air, but as he turned his head, the glow pulsed slowly and beautifully, it felt almost... alive. It wasn't ordinary light; it felt almost sentient, but then again they were in a fight, nothing was supposed to be normal.
Kallen rose smoothly, but the moment he put weight on his leg, a sharp jolt of pain lanced up his bones. His body, conditioned beyond normal human limits, instinctively compensated, keeping his stride steady even as his muscles screamed in protest.
He moved past the wreckage, eyes narrowing. Behind an inclined slab of stone, leaning against a still-standing portion of the wall, two figures were embraced to the shadows.
