Third Person's POV
HUFF...
Lackey's chest heaved violently as consciousness slammed back into place.
His vision swam with dark mist before finally stabilising, revealing an endless evening sky stained with orange and violet hues.
For several seconds, his mind remained completely blank. His bloodshot eyes stared upward, struggling to process what he was seeing while a dull ringing echoed through his ears.
'*Where... am I?*'
The thought had barely surfaced when a strange sensation crept into his awareness. Something felt wrong.
The air around him wasn't calm. It wasn't even moving normally.... It was freaking roaring!
A torrent of wind tore across his body with such violence that his cheeks distorted under the pressure. His hair whipped wildly behind him while his arms flailed without control. Every part of his body felt weightless yet impossibly heavy at the same time.
Lackey immediately twisted his head downward.
His eyes widened.
"Fuck!!"
He was falling down!
