Heavy rain poured down on the Law Gate, droplets drumming against the metal and stone surfaces. The cold water flowed in rivulets down the fortification's walls.
The group gathered around the melted remains of the Vindicators. Metal and flesh had fused together into dark, viscous pools that steamed in the rain. Pieces of armor and weaponry lay scattered among the puddles of liquefied bio-matter. Somehow, they survived the corrosive fog. It was a grim scene.
Blood, burned metal, and chemical residue created an unpleasant atmosphere that persisted despite the rainfall.
Amber's corrosive gas lingered around, but the rain was making everything disappear. Even the rest of the Vindicators were being washed away by the rain.
Mira shifted back to her human form, rolling her shoulders to work out the tension. "Is everyone ok?"
