I had probably never been more focused in my life than I was at that point, standing as the only thing between Raum and Zehna and a bunch of blood-thirsty demons.
Still, in spite of how hard I was focusing, in spite of the fact I was weaving and dodging and throwing magic in all forms, jumping and rolling and fighting for my life, I still wasn’t present in the moment.
While my body fought and strategized and caught every single little detail that would predict the enemy’s movement, my thoughts kept running astray. Inside, I was a mess.
There was something strange about having to fight for survival in the place you considered home. In your safe place. The place of which the very thoughts brought back only pleasant memories, the place that allowed me to escape, where I was and whatever
