Ayla's POV
I sat beside Kira's bed for hours, holding her hand, feeling the steady pulse of the twin bond. She slept deeply, her breathing even, her face peaceful.
"She's recovering faster than expected," the doctor said during a check. "The twin bond is feeding her energy, keeping her stable. You're literally keeping her alive right now."
Professor Arkon appeared in the doorway. "Ayla, you need to see this."
He led me to the window at the end of the hallway. Outside, dawn was breaking over the Academy grounds. The damage was staggering.
Entire buildings had walls blown out. Scorch marks covered the pathways. Craters dotted the lawns. Medical staff moved between makeshift tents, treating the injured. Students with bandages, faculty members limping, workers assessing damage.
"Oh god,"
