Vows of convenience Hearts in Collision
The figure behind us followed, a silent guardian of sorts.
And then, through the dust and sparks, I saw it: a door, half-collapsed, pulsing with a strange blue light.
“That’s our way out,” Caelum shouted. “Move!”
I nodded, heart in my throat, lungs burning. We sprinted toward it, but the shadow anticipated our move. One massive tentacle lashed out, slicing through the rubble just inches from my face. I dove, rolling to safety. Caelum yanked me up.
We reached the doorway. The blue light was blinding, warm, beckoning.
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