The world didn't end with a whimper; it ended with the deafening roar of concrete screaming against steel. The second explosion from the ceiling sent a rain of pulverized stone and twisted metal crashing down between Nala and Dante, a physical manifestation of the wall that had finally grown between them. Dust filled the air thick, grey, and choking turning the red emergency lights into a ghostly, flickering haze that made every shadow look like a phantom from their shared, bloody past.
Nala didn't look back at the man who had claimed to own her soul. She lunged for the glass enclosure where Leo sat paralyzed with fear, his eyes wide and reflecting the orange glow of the encroaching fire.
"Leo! Get down!" she screamed, her voice tearing through the cacophony of alarms. She threw her body
