Steam continued to swallow the chamber long after Aren vanished.
The broken facility groaned in the aftermath, metal cracking overhead as loosened pipes kept spitting water into the flooded floor below. Chunks of concrete dropped one after another into the drainage pit, burying anything and everything underneath it.
For a while, it seemed to be that way, until a hand broke through.
Alysa staggered out from behind the collapsed machinery, one hand gripping the remains of her bow while the other was placed on her side where a piece of concrete managed to puncture her waist.
Her Full Morph was still active, frost emitting from her shoulders as wind swirled around her body. But even so, it was staggering, barely reinforcing her and keeping her from falling over.
