The walk back to the catacombs felt endless.
The smoke from Soares' compound still clung to their clothes, and every step stirred fresh pain. Blood and ash streaked their faces, but none of them spoke. The only sound was the crunch of boots on gravel and the labored breathing of the wounded.
By the time the shadows descended into the tunnels, the first faint light of dawn had begun to creep across the city above. The air underground was cool and damp, a welcome contrast to the inferno they had just left behind.
Waiting for them were Father Nzuzi, Lord Mvemba, Bishop Malembe, and the healers Joyi and Sarai.
Joyi was the first to move, rushing forward the moment he saw them. "By the heavens, what did they do to you?" he muttered, already reaching for his satchel. Sarai followed, her eyes soft but steady.
"Sit down, all of you. Now."
