They followed the silver footprints through the volcanic wasteland. The ash in the air made it hard to breathe. Every step took them further from the burning city and deeper into a place that didn't feel like Earth anymore.
Tamara stood in the center of a crater. She looked like a statue made of liquid silver. Her body was the same shape, but nothing else was recognizable. The silver covered every inch of her skin except for a small patch over her heart. Her eyes glowed with cold light. The air around her rippled and bent like heat waves, but this wasn't heat. This was power changing the world just by existing.
The rocks near her feet had turned to glass. The ash falling from the sky became silver dust before it could touch her. Small tears in reality flickered around her like broken mir
