Amber's corrosive fog was still clinging to some of the walls and streets of the city as Erik, June, Amber, Mira, Emily, and the three Chimaeric Demons entered the now-dead outpost.
Erik gave Amber a quick glance. She was clearly shaken, because she knew many of the people here died because of her. Mira, instead, was unperturbed. That might have been because of how the two women grew up, or what they did during these years, or it might even be a matter of personalities and beliefs. Erik didn't know that.
Emily was the only one among them who had a neutral expression. She was sorry for those who died, but not as shaken as Amber.
Only silence reigned around them. The stench of death permeated everything, and that was because of Amber, since her power just reduced every living creature into a puddle of goo.
