Third Persons POV
Pain.
Luca had felt pain like this before, this splintering unbearable sensation, and as he stumbled to his feet in the smoke, blind and deaf, he fumbled forward only for his right leg to give out.
The muscles had been torn and he was bleeding.
He could smell blood.
Shaking his head, trying to gain back his hearing after that horrible sound, that blinding light—“Eos!” Like he was hearing the words underwater. “Eos!” Over and over, the shrill cry of a woman, screaming desperate—
So much smoke.
Luca moved forward, closer to the initial blast sight.
“Eos, please!”
Xavier.
His younger brother had been closer to the detonation sight.
If Luca was in such bad repair, forced to crawl across the grass, he could only imagine
