Leaving Earth

Leo pushed himself up from the ground, his body screaming in protest with every movement.

His muscles felt like they were tearing apart, his bones still aching from the relentless weight of Lucian's presence.

His breath came in short gasps, ragged and unsteady, but he forced himself to remain standing. His legs wobbled, barely able to hold his weight, yet he refused to fall.

He raised his head, his vision blurred with exhaustion, but his eyes found Fiona's unmoving form, still embedded in the cracked stone wall.

His chest clenched at the sight. Her body, usually so full of energy and life, hung limply against the shattered surface.

His fingers curled into fists, nails digging into his palms. A hot, simmering rage burned beneath his skin, an anger unlike anything he had ever felt before. It wasn't just fury at Lucian—it was at himself. His powerlessness. His insignificance.