Lucian took in a slow breathe of air after that, and reached for his own throat. He remembered seeing things like this in games, but really feeling it, why did the main characters never act like, 'hey I just breath underwater sometimes in a vision, feels weird' or give some sort of reaction. "Life sure is one strange game now days." He looked at the magical tattoo on his arm, then checked the windows out. He though that he heard foot steps, but he brushed it off. No one could be in his psuedospace...or could someone? He picked himself up and brushed the sand off from his trousers. If info was selling on them, then someone or something had to be gathering it, so Lucian would pay it no heed for now, so long as it didn't interfere with his life.

Speaking of his life, after checking his watch, Lucian started to rush off. He didn't realize how much time had passed while he was doing the ritual, if he didn't go quick, he would be late for his only class of the day. Though he did find it funny that he left so early, and would likely be late.