Alpha Atlas
With my eyes wide, and Tamara's laugh echoing in my head, I turned to Atlas.
Just as my mouth opens, every single window and piece of glass in the house shatters. Shards of glass spew from the table, the picture frames, and the mirrors on the wall. The long windows in the dining room did the most damage, shredding through the curtains like bits of confetti.
Through each window, a rogue leaped through. Blood splattered across the floor as some of the rogues sliced themselves on the glass, but were too fueled by hunger and rage to care about the blip of pain. They lunged as soon as their feet hit the ground.
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