Kael stumbled back, his head spinning from the impact. He felt a sharp pain bloom across his cheek, the taste of blood filling his mouth. The blow had been swift and brutal, leaving him reeling and disoriented.
He looked up at Jason, his vision blurry from the blow as he struggled to regain his footing. Amidst the chaos of the battle that will soon fully begin, a familiar voice echoed in his mind, seemingly from the depths of his own being. It was the same voice that had spoken to him in the old chapel, the one that had welcomed him back with a strange phrase...
'{Welcome back, user}'
The voice's sudden intrusion startled Kael. It seemed eerily detached from the chaos unfolding around him, a dispassionate observer offering cryptic information.
{Your face has been hit by a powerful magic}.
{You are growing weaker}.