Blarby

And that's where we'll take a break.

You rush to the spare apartment and feel the cold, stagnant air of the Undercity as you see the dull neon lights from the side alley of the club through a hole that has been ripped out of the side of the room, which is in total chaos with debris and fragmented furniture all around you.

Metal bars and fragmented brick stick out in every direction as you see Mila on half of a shattered bed, writhing and screaming, I'm sorry!

I'm sorry!

As she thrashes about, almost as if in a waking nightmare, you see the horrible effect of this recent episode.

Blood is streaming down her head from her eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

Her temples are charred black and streaked with glowing veins.

Large patches of her scalp are visible where hair burned or disintegrated off of her head, and she somehow looks even more gaunt and hollow than before.

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry!

Just instinctually, she dove over and blocked any of this from Hootie.

However, both of the shoes that had resided in the bed that belonged to Frost are completely blackened and soot-covered.

Just survey the damage.

You're not as high up, but you can still feel more wind rushing past you as there's significantly less.