"Yara! Yara!" Deraman called out, his voice echoing through the devastation.
The explosion had reduced everything within a one-kilometer radius to ruins. Smoke and dust filled the air, obscuring his vision and hope.
"Damn it! Yara! Where are you?!" Deraman's heart pounded with anxiety as he pushed through the rubble, praying silently that Yara was safe and not seriously injured.
Yara was the hope of the Republic of Sienna, a beacon of immense potential poised to surpass even Deraman, the first generation of Novas. Stella, just a few years older, excelled in politics and administration, which was why she had been appointed President of Sienna.
"Over here, Deraman!" Stella's voice called from the distance.
Deraman leaped over debris, his heart racing with dread at what he might find. He reached Stella, who was cradling Yara's bloodied body. Stella had frozen parts of Yara's wounds to stem the bleeding.
