"SUMMER! FREYA! Where are you?! Please answer me!"
Delilah shouted, panic rising in her chest when no answer came back.
Her eyes darted across the flooded floor below, searching through the chaos, but all she could see were members of the defensive unit struggling to stay afloat, grabbing onto anything they could reach just to keep their heads above the water.
Her breath hitched as a terrible thought forced its way into her mind. What if they had been swept away by the flood?
They were small, fragile compared to the force of the water. And Freya… Freya couldn't even swim.
The memory surfaced immediately. That child had begged her more than once to teach her how, especially after they survived the first flood.
Delilah had always put it off, telling herself there was no place to practice, no proper facility, no time.
Now that excuse felt meaningless.
If they were gone…
Her chest tightened painfully. It would be her fault.
