[1st POV - Theo ]
I could not move for a few seconds after it ended.
The darkness receded slowly, like ink being pulled back into cracks in the stone, and the chamber returned piece by piece. The blue light orbs flickered weakly along the walls, revealing fractured stone, smeared blood, and the remains of something that should have taken far more from us than it did.
Kyren stood in the center of it all.
Alive and steady. Breathing evenly as if whatever happened did not tire him at all.
He looked almost bored.
My fingers were still curled tight around nothing. I did not even remember dropping my weapon. My heart was pounding so hard it hurt, yet he stood there as if he had just finished a light sparring match and not dismantled something designed to kill seasoned Wayfarers.
"Kyren," I called, my voice rougher than I intended.
He glanced at me, blinking once, then offered that familiar crooked grin. "Yeah?"
Yeah? That was all he had?
