The moment they emerged from the cracked pavement, the four figures didn't waste a second.
Isaac, Sven, Nadya, and Amina stumbled into the nearest alleyway, its walls damp and the stench of the city clinging to every brick.
The man who had phased them out was trying to catch his breath. Beside him, Sven hunched over near a dumpster, dry heaving. His normally sharp expression was twisted in discomfort.
"I'd rather have fought my way out," he groaned.
Nadya didn't say a word, just pressed a hand to her stomach and swallowed the bile rising in her throat. Even she looked rattled, and that was saying something.
Only Amina managed to pull herself together quickly. Her hands lit up with that gentle golden glow, her ability already activating on instinct. She touched her chest first, letting the warm sensation wash away the ache in her lungs and the stinging nausea clinging to her insides.
