Alex stood outside. The P.T.F. blanket that was draped over his shoulders was sending small waves of cold energy from the enchantments woven within. His skin felt raw and tight, his face red from the burns even in the glamours his form presented to any who looked upon him. Unless otherwise designed, glamours always reflected wounds, otherwise they would be fallible. As his essence cooled, his injuries would lessen.
His small squadron gathered close as the building continued to burn. The occasional thought through Bindu’s connection reached out to him, offering support as he stood transfixed by the scene before him.
Loud rumblings could be heard from within as supporting walls continued to collapse in exasperated sighs as they finally relinquished their burdens, sending dust and embers in
