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Drakon’s Failed Hit

Author: Oma
last update publish date: 2026-05-27 21:04:41

LYSANDER's POV:

The sound of it is the worst part, the screech of metal and the shatter of glass and the crunch of the car folding in on itself like an accordion. My airbag deploys, slamming into my face with enough force to snap my head back. Something sharp hits my leg, something heavy crushes my ribs, and my vision goes black.

I do not know how long I have been unconscious. Seconds, maybe, minutes but long enough for the world to fade away and then come back in pieces, fragmented and blurr
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