The impact sent Ryn crashing through the nearby wall, his body blasting through concrete and debris in a violent explosion of dust and rubble, the sheer power of the blow driving the air from his lungs as he hit the ground hard, skidding across the floor and landing mere feet from the Vitalist, who knelt desperately over Elena, her hands glowing with golden light.
The Vitalist gasped, her silver-gray eyes flashing with fear as she saw Ryn's battered form tumble into the room, his arrival a sudden jolt that nearly broke her focus, her trembling hands faltering for a moment over Elena's fading pulse.
Before Ryn could recover, his chest heaving as he struggled to draw breath, a tall, blond man stepped through the jagged hole in the wall, his expression twisted with irritation, his golden hair catching the faint light like a cruel crown atop his head.