Thor returned to the bunker with a flash of lightning through the entrance. Gust stirred dust across the concrete floor, and after the blue-white glare faded, Thor was standing inside again in her familiar armor.
The Hammer of Force hung by her belt and the stolen modern clothes were gone as though she had never worn them. A small paper bag hung from one hand.
Caelem lifted his head immediately. "You came back."
Muskard looked at her then urgently at Linzley. "Good. She's getting worse."
Thor's eyes moved across the room before she approached them. The chains were exactly where she had left them. Caelem remained fixed to his pillar, Muskard to his, and Linzley still sagged in the metal chair with her head tilted too far to one side.
Thor had half expected some escape attempt while she was gone, though she was not sure what three exhausted Summoners in Gracebreakers could have accomplished besides injuring themselves.
