With a smirk, Michael, still inhabiting Eldoran's body, started towards the door.
"Where are you going?" Lyra asked, her mouth full, her words slightly muffled by the kebab.
Ignoring her question, Michael reached the doorway and held it open. He glanced back at his physical body, still slumped on the bench in the lobby, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Then, he dispelled the spell.
Transference of Consciousness.
Eldoran's eyes snapped open, his expression a mask of confusion and disorientation. He staggered to his feet, his gaze darting around the devastated hall, struggling to make sense of his surroundings. He opened his mouth, likely to question the sudden shift, to demand answers, but—
Boom.
The first explosion tore through the chamber, a deafening roar that shattered the relative silence, sending shards of crystal and debris hurtling in all directions.
Boom. Boom. Boom.