Max felt his vision blurring and his body suspended in a strange plane. It was a strange place, filled with nothing but vast darkness.
Before he could make out what was happening, his vision restored and he dropped onto something soft and comfortable.
Sadly, the deep gash on his back brought more pain than actual comfort. He suppressed his groan and looked around to see where the Talisman had thrown him.
"Ara! How did you get that wound?"
Hearing the familiar, surprised voice of Harley, Max relaxed and said, "Can you...heal me first?"
Harley turned the lights on and came towards him. They were in the same room where they had made the deal, but Harley had changed her attire to a simple black gown.
She frowned lightly when she finally noticed how deep the wound actually was. She could even see bones peeking past his twisted muscles and flesh.
The surrounding shadows stirred under her frown, but returned to normal when Harley did not voice anything.
