Aether blankly stared at... Marisandra Naiadia, whose hoodie was slowly burned away from the blast, revealing her face and form beneath.
Now everything began to make sense—why Aether had felt her movements so hauntingly familiar and why she hadn't killed him when she had the perfect chance to do so. It all came together, but at the same time, Aether's mind felt like it had completely short-circuited, unable to process or comprehend the chaos unfolding before him.
He stood frozen, blankly watching Sandra as she gritted her teeth and carefully pulled the ice spear from her abdomen. Blood spilled out in thick, red rivulets, but with a quick gesture, she froze the wound shut.... Slowly, she pulled herself free from the surrounding debris, her movements steady despite the damage she had taken.
