Blood and Betrayal
Please let them be there.
I reached the Level 100 access hatch and kicked it open.
The penthouse was a wreck. The glass walls had shattered, the cold night air rushing in. The Crystalline Pillar was dead, its glow replaced by a dull, smoking charcoal grey.
Julian was slumped against a wall, his breathing ragged but steady. He looked up at me and gave a weak, shaky thumbs-up.
I looked toward the centre of the room.
Lisa was lying on the floor, her clothes scorched, her hands blackened by the energy surge. She wasn’t moving.