The crunching symphony of shifting rubble reverberated through the chamber, capturing her focus on the figures. I saw Reuben supporting Yazmin, her weakened form leaning against him for support.
“Elisa.”
Reuben murmured softly, his voice barely audible amidst the tumult. His gaze met mine, while Eliora's eyes met Yazmin's barely open ones.
“So, you're still alive? I suppose your impulsive leap when you fired the shot was the right call.”
Eliora sneered, momentarily loosening her grip on my fractured leg. A surge of relief washed over me, granting a brief respite from the searing pain that had held me captive. I fought to remain motionless, aware that the slightest movement would unleash a torrent of agony, threatening to consume me. Turning my gaze towards Yazmin, I saw that she stood precariously on unsteady legs. Her side was a grotesque tableau of suffering, drenched in blood and adorned with the blistering wounds of burns.