Mira's POV
The world erupted in a silent, concussive WHUMP that bypassed my ears and went straight to my bones. One second I was firing a plasma burst at a shambling mass of undead, the next my car was tumbling through the air like a toy.
The vehicle's enchantment flared, a green cocoon of energy that cushioned the worst of the impact, but I still slammed against the restraints hard enough to see stars.
The car came to a shuddering stop, half-buried in rubble and debris. Smoke and dust filled the air.
"Roxy!" I gasped into the helmet comms, my voice raw. "What's your status."
A grunt, then her voice, strained but steady. "Alive. Car's toast. You?"
"In one piece." My heart was hammering against my ribs. "Eleanor? Eleanor, come in!"
Silence. A cold dread, sharper than any physical pain, stabbed through me.
