It’s time to rebuild

Riven stirred.

A gentle warmth seeped into his body, spreading through his limbs like sunlight filtering through the canopy of a dense forest. It was a foreign sensation—soothing, almost comforting—so unlike the raw, consuming power of the abyss that usually coursed through him.

His eyelids fluttered open, his vision hazy at first before sharpening into focus. Above him, Damon stood, his face drawn in deep concentration. A soft green glow radiated from his hands, its energy sinking into Riven's chest like threads of warmth weaving through his body.

Riven's brows furrowed, confusion pressing against the edges of his still-groggy mind. "…What?" His voice was rough, edged with fatigue.

Damon's golden eyes snapped to his, widening in surprise before his entire expression shifted—first to shock, then to pure, unrestrained relief. His lips split into a wide grin, his magic flaring briefly as his excitement momentarily disrupted his focus.