Tirian felt surrounded by darkness and his senses fluctuated as if pulled by an invisible force, shuttling through a dimension that hovered between reality and illusion.
He tried several times to open his eyes, but he could only barely see a dot of faint green light and rapidly moving shadows in the darkness, which he recognized after a while as a bird's-eye view of the City-State.
It seemed he had been taken into the sky by something.
This thought had just flashed through his mind when he lost consciousness again.
When he became aware of his body again, he found himself in a stable place—something cold and hard underneath him, like a concrete floor, with dim lighting all around, like the poor quality lamps used in warehouses. A blurred figure sat beside him, seemingly curiously bending over him.
Tirian's mind finally cleared.