Chapter 94 - We need to save Natasha.

Serafall cut through the sky at high speed, her body enveloped in a dense pressure that slightly distorted the surrounding air as she moved straight toward her destination. The movement wasn't smooth, nor was it designed for comfort; it was direct, brutal, efficient. In her arms, Charlotte was carried without ceremony, pressed against her body as if she were exactly what she looked like: a sack of potatoes. The rigid briefcase was firmly in the doctor's hands, pressed against her chest with absolute care, as if everything else could be ignored, except that.