The crimson light surrounding Elara continued illuminating the ruined avenue while frightened civilians moved toward evacuation vehicles under the protection of emergency responders, and although she remained standing through sheer determination, the immense power flowing through her body had begun demanding a price that even her extraordinary strength could not ignore. Her breathing grew uneven. Her vision blurred occasionally. The weight of thousands of emotions pressing against her awareness threatened overwhelming her concentration.
Every heartbeat echoed inside her chest with unnatural intensity while fragments of fear, hope, gratitude, and despair drifted through her heightened senses, and the constant flood of human emotion felt like standing beneath a waterfall that never ceased flowing. She wanted to remain strong. She wanted to remain composed. She wanted to protect everyone.
Yet exhaustion continued winning ground.
