[Espy]

Dante had the strange feeling of drowning in colors as his already-smarting head went under the assault of waves of blue and white. He let loose a string of curses as both hands shot to temples to try and ease the mental pain, but to no avail. Getting over the shock, he focused on hearing himself think over his own rapid pulse, then gritted his teeth and asked Dara if she was okay, still more concerned about the state of Feenai's mind.