It was as if the portal into the void itself had opened up below her. The gaping, black hole that was the open mouth of the beast seemed to have no bottom, and she was not even sure where exactly its edge lay. In fact, everything she could see was somehow blurred, almost as if someone had tried to take a picture but forgot to turn down the exposure time. Only a few things she could see from her position, suspended in the air, were very clear to make out, like they were the only objects in this picture which had not moved. Some pieces of pipe, sticking out of the hazy ground, certain spots covered in rubble. A few dirty, lifeless silhouettes scattered across the scene, sometimes covered in blood, sometimes not.
Wait! Xanh had just realised: Yes, she was actually hanging in midair, headlong and right above the black abyss. Quickly the cautious curiosity about the scene transitioned into panic as she tried to move around and even just find out what was restraining her in such heights. Bending upwards she spotted it. A shapeless black mass, descending from the the sky, holding her more than firmly. The girl could clearly see its surface shift and flow constantly, crooking and crushing her leg - but she could not feel it. Despite clearly watching her limb being bent to ridiculous angles she could sense nothing. As if that was not even a part of her. The absurdity of this alone terrified her. And what made it worse was that she could not even try to free herself and regain some sense of orientation, for below her lied nothing but the black void. Frozen in fear, all she could do was stare.
Until it let go. And she found herself descending into the abyss.
Xanh's eyes snapped open as she woke up in cold sweat. For a split second her instincts begged her to scream, but as she spotted rays of light entering through a window and reality soon caught on to her all it turned out to become was a stifled cough.
She was alive and safe? Well, obviously she was not out in the streets and dangling tens of metres in the air anymore - which was about the last thing she could clearly remember, even if she might not have wanted to. The only logical conclusion then must have been that something had happened and they got her of the scene and into...what was this, a hospital?
Carefully Xanh had a look around. Yes, it was pretty clear that this was some kind of patient room. After spending hours in the one Gray was in when he had gotten injured in the tourney she definetely knew how one looked. But this one was bigger, and she was not the only one in here - the other two beds next to her own attested to that. Were these the others from the mission? From how she lied it was not possible for her to see, but even if so, why were there only three occupied beds in here? Were they not four people? Did someone get out unharmed? Was that person the one who got her out of there? And what had been going on in the first place? Questions came and went, passing through her mind as she slowly sat upright in the bed. However...
"Ow, fuck...", the girl brought out, followed by a quiet grunt, as she realised the dull, yet suddenly quite predominant pain resounding from her lower body. With a frown she noted her leg, resting on some sort of cushion, hurting the moment she just slightly moved it. So this of course was a real thing and not just imagination... Careful to not make any rash movements she shuffled around a little on the bed, putting herself into a somewhat more comfortable position.
"Uhm..." Once more she took a look across the room. Inside the other beds, nothing semed to be moving, or at least nothing she could see. But on the far side a woman had taken place. She appeared to be a little absentminded, but was at least more present than the other patients were for all she could tell. Maybe she could shed some light on things. "Hey, ugh, over there? Sorry to bother, but...where are we? What's been going on? Is...wait, is the city alright?"
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