St. Sophia Sanatorium burned in the distance as Lucian gathered thirty-one survivors near the muddy banks of the river.
The escaped prisoners stared at the fire destroying their personal hell.
Lara walked among them.
She used her basic healing magic to treat their worst burns and cuts.
She cried silently while she worked but she didn't stop moving her hands, pushing herself to the limit.
Raziel left them behind.
He walked deeper into the dark trees with Mirael.
He carried the Oracle on his back until they reached an isolated clearing surrounded by thick bushes.
He needed distance from the others.
He didn't want to hurt Lucian or Lara if something went wrong and his body exploded.
He set Mirael down gently on the cold dirt.
Mirael leaned her back against a wide tree trunk.
Raziel had absorbed her golden blood back in the cell to stop his core from detonating.
That quick action saved his life, but it was only a temporary fix.
