Out of nowhere, he saw his body from a third-person view.
He didn't know if it was real or just his mind imagining things.
And he didn't care.
Survival came first.
The room stretched around him in sharp detail. Broken walls. Floating dust. Flickers of light cutting through the gaps.
Every movement below looked slower, cleaner, as if the world had been stripped of noise.
He saw Lex too—standing a few meters away—and the way his hand locked tightly around the spear.
It was a surreal feeling. The closest comparison was how 360-degree vehicle sensors mapped the surroundings—every angle tracked, every movement registered, the space around him unfolding all at once.
Lex took a step forward.
The floor cracked under him.
But the debris didn't scatter.
Instead, the broken pieces lifted and hovered around his feet, suspended in place as if the air itself had turned dense—like a magnetic field holding everything in orbit around him.
