With Seraphina's arrival, things were no longer dire.
Cael was exhausted as he dragged his body, walking toward the bunker.
The distant battle cries were settling down.
The raging chaos that once consumed the district was now fading into scattered echoes, like a storm losing its strength.
Burnt debris still smoldered along the streets, releasing thin trails of smoke that curled into the night sky.
The cold air left behind by Seraphina lingered, clashing faintly with the residual heat.
Cael also sent a message to the Black Lightning clone to follow the unknown girl.
And the Frostflame clone was leaving the area.
After all, as far as people were concerned, the Frostflame clone was a genius and a savior.
It was only a matter of time before the Frostflame clone would draw the council's attention.
And Cael did not want to be careless.
As Cael slowly walked toward the bunker, he soon saw Elowyn and her teammates talking to each other.
