His eyes darted around desperately, mind barely tracking Drake. His
own world that had once been shrouded in black was slipping back
into color and focus, giving him a but if a headache. The runes
under his shirt glowed a pulsed as darkness crawled over his
sclera, stabilizing Queen's world in darkness once again. Letting
out a breath, Queen ran forward, center of gravity low. In his
black and white world, it was easier to see Drake. Sliding under
his legs, Queen kicked up up at Drake's underbelly
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