In a blink, they were airborne, the wind screaming past, moonlight streaking their path like silver ribbons.
Liss's leaps were precise, her boots barely grazing rooftops before launching again, her body a blur of power and grace.
Within seconds, they landed beside the twins, the impact soft but firm, dust swirling around them in the shattered street.
The twins lay still, their naked bodies entwined, subtle steam rising from their sweat-soaked skin, their black eyes closed, their breaths faint but steady.
The Reaper's smeared remains lay nearby, a grotesque stain of blood, bone.
Kael knelt beside them, his torn coat pooling around him, his hand hovering over Lila's shoulder, checking her pulse, his face etched with relief and worry.
Liss stood guard, her blue eyes scanning the darkness, her suit's ivory plates glinting, ready for any lingering threat.
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