While Jorghan drew every eye and weapon in the base, they'd slipped to the interrogation area where Swana and Scarlett were held. The guards were already dead—casualties of Jorghan's initial assault—making the extraction almost too easy.
Swana could barely stand, her injured leg useless, venom still coursing through her veins. Scarlett was conscious but battered, one eye swollen shut, blood crusting her split lip.
"We need to move!" Sik'ra had shouted, hauling Swana up with one arm while Sarhita supported Scarlett.
"Now!"
They'd made it perhaps two hundred yards when the shockwave hit.
Sarhita saw it coming—a wall of force and debris expanding toward them like the breath of an angry god. She threw up her hands, her own magic responding, creating a barrier of hardened air that wrapped around all four of them.
The shockwave struck.
