Amato grunted as he tried to push a heavy chunk of plaster aside. He had been struggling to free himself for the past fifteen minutes. In the chaos of the roof collapsing, his earpiece had fallen out and been buried somewhere in the rubble. Not knowing what was going on out in the street made him feel uneasy, and he redoubled his efforts. With one last push the plaster gave way, opening up a small gap in the rubble. A ray of sunlight broke through the gloom. Amato frantically pushed at the hole until it was big enough for him to wiggle through. Once he was out, he climbed up on top of the rubble pile to see what was going on.
The sight that greeted him wasn’t a pretty one. On the roof across from him, Azaria, Cael, and Ruaia were lying spread out, unmoving. On the rooftop next to him, hanging from a flagpole, was Kethri, her hand pressed to her side, face pale and sickly, blue liquid dripping from her hand to the ground. He followed the drips and saw Amari lying face up in a smal