The hallway groaned as the entire building shook unsteadily, stone dust thick in the air in the aftermath of the destruction of half of the structure.
Cracks webbed across the ceiling like glass about to shatter. And then, the silence descended, sitting brittle, and expectant.
Lilith stood there, staring at Ren with wide eyes, her knives slick with blood.
Thorn leaned heavily on his bone arm, bruised and bloodied, the air around him still humming faintly with golden glow.
Breaking the silence, Ren almost seemed to chuckle to himself before taking a step towards the others. Just as he was a few steps away from the corpse, the blood oozing out of it flashed, pulling the surviving two mercenaries through space to appear beside it.
Ren's head snapped backwards, with Lilith and Thorn crouching into battle stances.
But the mercenaries were not looking at them. Instead, they knelt by the remains of their comrade, staring at it.
