Mio
Mio sat with her back against the wall and her hand over the pink scar on her stomach.
The staging platform was empty. Emergency lights overhead, yellow and sickly. The Path A entrance gaped open behind her—stone slabs pulled apart where the wall had sealed it. Beyond the gap, the corridor was dark and quiet.
Paths B and C were still sealed. Stone flush against stone, no light behind them.
She'd been sitting here since her legs gave out. Vitalize had closed the wound, sealed the skin, knit the muscle underneath. But the tissue was raw and the scar pulsed with her heartbeat and every time she shifted her weight the stitching pulled.
She could cast it again. Finish the job. But the green light felt far away and the concrete was cold against her back and she didn't move.
Inventory.
The System opened up. Vendor trash from the cleared nested incursion filled the first three rows—chitin fragments, crab leg joints, cracked carapace plates.
