Sonia feels like she is in literal hell.
She never expected her day to end like this. Standing under pouring rain, almost blown off her feet several times by the howling wind, surrounded by extremely hot fire, on rubble that used to be an apartment floor and is threatening to collapse at any second.
Literal hell.
"How much longer do I need to keep this up?" Sonia shouts. She can barely hold on. Purifying water demands far more effort than holding a shield, and she does not know how long she has been at it.
Of all the people I could be doing this for, I cannot believe it is a Monfort.
She is beyond exhausted. What little strength she has left is nearly gone, and her eyes are threatening to close at any moment.
Around her are people she met literally a few hours ago.
There is Maeve, another Light. Just like her. Maeve is not in much better shape. In fact, everyone is more or less the same. But each of them knows that if one collapses, the rest will follow not far behind.
