The screaming stopped abruptly, cutting off from his hearing.
Devvyn’s eyes blurred as the arena floor slowly went dark. He couldn't feel his boots or the ground under his feet. His chest stayed locked tight, unable to pull in air or let it out.
Then he was somewhere else.
Dry corn leaves scraped across his arms and he smelled damp dirt and stagnant ditch water from somewhere that looked like a path that led back home. A whistle blew down the lane but just as he stepped forward, the field broke apart.