His breaths come out in pants and huffs, arm shaking from the effort. By the Six, Prompto's almost sure his hand will explode. But finally, mercifully, the Rift closes, a burst of green and sparks before the air stills. Prompto sinks to his knees, lungs still heaving as he tries to catch his breath. "Th - Thanks," he manages.
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His breaths come out in pants and huffs, arm shaking from the effort. By the Six, Prompto's almost sure his hand will explode. But finally, mercifully, the Rift closes, a burst of green and sparks before the air stills. Prompto sinks to his knees, lungs still heaving as he tries to catch his breath. "Th - Thanks," he manages.