Jagger snapped open his eyes, a violent breath ripping through his lungs. He wasn't on the floor. He was back in the void. The blackness stretched endlessly in every direction. He looked around, frantic and anger burning inside him. He took a step, and the ground was solid and cool beneath his feet, like polished obsidian.
"You're awake." The voice was Ophilia's. Smooth, calm, utterly in control.
Jagger spun around, his body feeling like it was moving at a million miles per second. Then abruptly stopped, and the familiar vast and enormous bars of light stood in front of him.
She was there.
No longer a shadow or a whisper. Standing before him was a woman impossibly tall, her presence alone bending the space around her.
