[ Warning breathing chapter 2k plus word]
Sera finally let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding. Her shoulders slumped, the remaining adrenaline completely draining from her body. She leaned heavily against her electric bat, aggressively rubbing the side of her neck as she looked at Lucian.
"What a completely messed up night," she rasped.
First a death trap, then your psycho mind-reading, then an death monster... and now rival academy scouts."
Elira stepped up beside him, her dress still heavy and stiff with dried monster gore. She didn't care about the Silvercrest scouts or the giant Ashura that nearly killed them. Her deadpan eyes were fixed solely on Lucian.
"The rift, Lucian. I need a shower," she stated flatly.
