Ion Iolkaf felt an immense and overwhelming force enveloping, pushing, and pulling his body. It was a god. There was no other way to describe the situation than that.0

As he was flung out of the train, the windows shattered, but not a single shard touched him. He didn’t so much crash through the window but float out, as if sliding down a slide. Instinctively, he clutched the handle of the bag he was holding and hugged it, remembering Ramin's warning that it could explode if released. However, the winds gathered around his hand, subtly guiding him to let go without saying a word.0

-It’s okay to let go.0

Ion hesitated, but eventually trusted this force and let go of the handle. The moment he did, he began to fall, while the bag with the bomb soared upward at a much faster rate. In just over two seconds, the bag ascended higher than any building in Orazen and exploded.0

Boom!0

The explosion lit up the sky.0

‘...I’m alive.’0

However, the god was not as kind after the explosion. Unlike the gentle uplift before, Ion was roughly thrown back into the train, rolling on the floor and hitting his head on a seat, getting a bump where he was hit.4

“Are you alright?”0

As Ion shook his head to...0