Bits of stone and glass fell from the destroyed rooftop onto the smoke–filled hall, as blinding light pierced through it and searing heat persisted in the air, testament to the explosion.
Within the commotion, a blue haired girl pulled herself out of the pristine white floor, her once ghostly white hair transforming into its beautiful blue as she lay on the ground, coughing out within the foggy atmosphere.
She panted slightly, turning around to observe the situation in the hall as the white light dissipated.
Her eyes widened slightly, noticing the sunbeams piercing through the large hole and the burnt reminder of flames on the walls of the Bastion. It was surprising how they could still hold after that explosion.
The benches and tables had been charred into ash, with nothing left in sight.
