Lilith walked slowly across the wrecked floor, boots crunching over broken shards of ice and splinters from the exploded crates. The air still held that crisp aftermath of cold, mixed with the faint metallic scent of blood. Smoke lingered from the earlier blast, but it was thinning now.
She stepped up to the crater where the man had landed, his body half-buried in debris. The effect of the serum had been forcefully subdued by the explosive blast, and his body was now trembling, twitching slightly, like a dying animal. The raw, swollen veins that had pulsed under his skin were fading back to normal, his bulk shrinking. He looked barely human now—just a broken, bloodied mess of muscle and regrets.
