Page 220 of Eternal Ruin
“What are you doing?” Kidan yelled, pushing him aside to find the window.
But it was gone.
Completely sealed off.
Her hands searched the gray disaster, willing it back to existence. “It was here. Right here.”
Sacro wouldn’t meet her eyes, head bowed.
Kidan swayed on her feet. “They’re… they’re both…”
Sacro righted her before she fell. Turning him to her. “I’m very sorry.”
Kidan could hear nothing.
Feel nothing.
A part of her was still in there with them, crushed beyond recognition. She began to slide to the ground, let herself wither completely when something caught her eye.
Behind Sacro’s shoulder, a weak figure slumped by a single tree. The figure’s face was ash white, scratched beyond belief, and they were clutching their limp, distended arm.
A black jacket hung from their small shoulders.
Slen.
Before she knew it, Kidan was running through bruised bones. Tears flying everywhere, she embraced her tightly. Both weak, they dropped to the ground. Slen’s chin rested on Kidan’s shoulder, her eyes trained on the collapse.
“I left him,” Slen whispered in a haunted tone. “I left… him.”
Kidan only hugged her tighter.
SHOCKING ESCAPE FROM DRASTFORT PRISON
In one of the most violent prison riots since the summer of 1982, five prisoners have escaped amid the chaos.
An unexpected blackout and a backup generator that failed to kick in resulted in leaving the prisoners unguarded in the courtyard. Tensions rose and many guards were assaulted and later had to be hospitalized.
The break occurred during a devastating attack on Grand Andromeda Hall, where a majority of the Sicions had been called to respond. Casualties are still being assessed, and investigations are underway to determine if these two cases are related.
The wanted convicts are: Omar Umil (52), Aser Rojit (61), Talia Piran (35), Lau Temo (32), and Zarius Faris (23).
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KIDAN
Yusef’s body was recovered by the Sicions and restricted from the public for twelve hours, to avoid any kind of illegal death transformation from taking place.
Slen and Kidan were put in questioning rooms, suspected of contributing to the attack. Yet Kidan barely heard the chief detective’s questions. All she could focus on was his hairy arm, his golden watch, counting down the hours Yusef could be revived and wasn’t.
Twelve hours.
Eleven hours.
Ten.
For a death transformation to occur, the heart organ had to remain intact, but with each hour she was trapped here, his heart would descend from its position until it couldn’t be healed.
Kidan’s eyes were red, and her voice hoarse from her continuous begging to see him. To talk to Dean Faris. To Sacro. To Adjoa Piran.
