"We need a plan," Chenghai said as Luo Xin tried to check Rouxi without getting skewered by the vines wrapped around her body.
"We need to leave," Lingyun replied. His voice stayed light, but there was nothing light about the way fire flickered between his fingers every time someone shifted too close to Yuche. "That is the plan."
Chenghai didn't bother arguing with him.
It's not like he was wrong.
The hotel was coming down around them one cracked support beam at a time, and the longer they stayed underground, the worse their odds of breathing became.
Luo Xin leaned in again, one hand lifted slowly toward Rouxi's throat. The smallest vine around her neck rose with him, its leaf-shaped head opening enough to show a thin line of black poison.
The medic froze just as Yuche looked down at Rouxi, then at the vine. "Let him check."
For a few seconds, nothing happened, then the vine lowered by a single inch.
