The wind was too soft.
Asami blinked hard against the glare, her boots crunching over the ruined earth, glass crunching beneath every step. A wasteland stretched around them in all directions—barren, yet strangely beautiful. Crystalline shards jutted from the cracked ground like fossilized lightning, some floating gently midair as if time had forgotten them. The sky was impossibly blue, serene even… and crowned with not one, but two crescent moons that hung opposite each other like mirrored commas. She walked in silence at first. So did Quinn and Lilith. Each step was deliberate, cautious.
She should've been more shaken. After what they'd seen, what had exploded out of Lilith, what broke reality itself like a cheap glass pane. But instead, Asami's insides hummed with something dangerous curling beneath her skin.
