The vision shattered.
Finn's consciousness was violently ejected from the memory, his eyes snapped open in shock to meet the stone ceiling of the chamber above. He gasped, his chest heaving as he dragged in deep breaths like he'd been drowning.
His body was drenched in sweat. His heart hammered against his ribs. Every muscle trembled with exhaustion that didn't match the fact that he'd been lying unconscious the entire time.
Being immersed in the Tyrant's memory had been far more strenuous than it appeared.
Was that me?
The question burned in Finn's mind as he stared at the ceiling. The figure at the end of the vision. The man with glowing green eyes standing over the Tyrant's millennia-buried body.
Those had been the Errant's eyes. His eyes.
What the hell is going on?
