C393 FIRST CRY OF HOPE

"Breathe, Elara. You have to breathe through the heat," Aria said, her voice strained as she pulled the other woman away from the crawling black mist. The air in the ice room was dying. The black vapor from the smashed vial hissed across the floor, turning the stone into a trap.

Elara let out a low, guttural groan, her hands digging into Aria’s forearms with a strength that bruised