~Babil, 6115 a.d. Day 169~
On the fifth floor of Babil.
Latifa pushed herself out of the rubble with great difficulty. She staggered and fell to the ground, breathing hard. She had lost consciousness for an unknown amount of time, she was lucky to even be alive. She felt intense pain throughout her body. Latifa knew she was clinging to life. Unless she got her wounds healed, she was going to die.
She struggled to go to where she had left her bags. Luckily, Ruby hadn't taken Latifa's bag with her.
Latifa threw out anything she did not need and found the healing potion. She disliked the idea of consuming potions, but under these circumstances, she had no choice. She drank the green liquid and just laid down on the ground. She stared at the ceiling, making sure her breaths remained steady.
She felt her chest constrict momentarily before she returned to normal.
