"So Big Sister. What's the plan?" Carl asked, turning to Mirabella. His golden angelic aura hummed in stark contrast to the oppressive, suffocating dark energy permeating the bunker's corridor.
"Truthfully, I don't know what is waiting ahead, but we can't abandon Grace's family, at least we should know what happened to her mother and sister." Mirabella said, walking forward. Her mind was already mapping out escape routes, calculating the structural integrity of the lead-lined walls against potential King-stage area-of-effect attacks.
"Don't touch anything, and be careful... Adira. Move ahead, use your powers to peel the faces of these cocoons. I want to see their faces."
Adira nodded, and flew forward. She closed her eyes, channeling her endless spirit energy. The fairy's connection to the primordial elements created a localized vacuum, pushing back the abyssal miasma. She raised one hand, stretching it towards the thick, tar-like cocoon:
"Break."
BAM!
