When I came to, everything was red. Under the moonlight finally peaking in, multiple lanterns and torches, I climbed myself out of a chair I was smashed into.
I coughed hard, throat burning with the taste of gunpowder and wine, and tried to push off the shattered beam pinning my leg as my ears rung.
Then I saw her.
"Hailie!"
She was half-buried under what used to be a table, gargling blood, struggling to move.
I shoved debris away and dragged her out as her hands was scraping against broken glass and blood. Hailie's hair was streaked with ash even visible despite its natural white color, her white robes smeared in soot and red.
"Are you… are you okay? Talk to me, Hailie!" I asked, voice cracking from smoke.
"Oh… Oh my…" She nodded weakly, blinking hard. "I think so."
Then another explosion hit.
