The world was slowly coming back into focus. The blurred shapes bursting through the darkness in front of his eyes and shifting into recognizable objects.
The deafening ringing remained. But it was growing quieter.
Something else was filtering in through the ringing though. Yelling? Screaming? Incomprehensible noises that might have been intended to be language of some kind sliced through the ringing in Shale's ears.
As though strings that held him aloft and snaked around him to bind him in place were suddenly slashed he felt very off balance with the sudden loss of pressure.
Though his limbs felt weighted down he clumsily stumbled backwards into something that gave a slight push back.
It seemed solid though and he threw a hand out to steady himself against it with one hand, the other was resting across his face.
He barely registered the thing behind him was warm and propping him up. The back of his mind told him it was his Miltank. But he was more preoccupied with the dizziness he was