Dozens, if not hundreds, of branches shoot through Quiora, mutilating her. Her body falls in chunks, some blown as far as Teruya's collapsed shape as the limbs disappear in a blinding flash.
In the real world, the foot comes down on Quiora just as she leaps, her massive body exploding in a bloody mess. Gore floods over the farmlands like a tidal wave.
I want to stop. I want to kneel and let myself go. I want to be a blubbering mess. Three of them are dead already! I need to step up! I need to fight!
I rush Siron, but this time, I don’t punch or kick. Instead, I grasp her by the collar of Dakota's dress and raise her to my eye level. She glares right at me, hate blazing in her eyes....
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