![]() ![]() ![]() The glass was melting from the heat, but there was no sign of a forcefield-Prof must have already dismissed the forcefields surrounding the room. I stumbled to my feet and looked toward a window. Why couldn’t I feel it? Crying, reckless, I grabbed Megan’s body and blinked away the horrid light of fire and smoke. My jacket was burning, and my skin was darkening from the flames. I knelt in the inferno of hell itself, the world dying around me, and knew I had failed. I screamed, looking at the dead eyes, the burned flesh, and pulled the limp body close. I cried out and ran to it, kneeling, cradling the half-burned figure, tipping the charred head to see a familiar face. Where was Megan? I stumbled through another doorway and saw a body on the floor, in the middle of a burned rug. Why wasn’t I burning my throat with each breath? Sparks! Nothing made sense. The forcefield wouldn’t cool the air as I drew it in. I took in a breath but felt no pain from the heat. ![]() I stumbled past a hole in the floor, my arm up warding against the heat I could not feel. I shoved my way through a burning door, charred wood breaking around me. ![]()
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