Johnquis froze in place, staring up at the sky as dozens of black coffins fell like steel rain. The cold wind and the droplets on his skin made him remember — how it felt when he was dropped like cargo into a place that didn't want him. That first slam into a foreign ground. The shock. The pain.
He let out a shaky breath. "Ha… so this is what it looks like from the other side. Watching 'em drop instead of being the one hitting dirt."
WHOOOOOSH — THUUUD!
Another coffin crashed down not far off. Dancer snarled at each impact, claws scraping the beam.
Johnquis clicked his tongue. "Easy, Dancer. This is how we all get summoned, remember? I still feel that first drop in my spine, the confusion, the headache… that first time my boots hit grass. Didn't even know how to breathe right."
He tilted his head back, letting the rain wash his face. "Guess it's someone else's turn now… Welcome to the shitshow, rookies."
A coffin slammed down just meters away.
WHOOOOOSH!
