[ Relief floods when Yelena catches sight of Wangji some distance ahead, presumably making his exit from hell just like her. Hell has worn her down such that she doesn't run to catch up— not immediately, anyway. Not until she notices the blazing hands of lava mermaids reaching for his ankles. The crumbling bridge has narrowed and even a momentary loss of balance could prove fatal.
She breaks into a run, skipping over gaps and piled debris, and whips out her gun when once within range. A single shot pierces an outstretched forearm, causing the mermaids to retreat.
As she nears, the reason Wangji did not slice through them with his sword becomes clear. Yelena's brow furrows. ] What are you carrying?
wildcard — exeunt hell
She breaks into a run, skipping over gaps and piled debris, and whips out her gun when once within range. A single shot pierces an outstretched forearm, causing the mermaids to retreat.
As she nears, the reason Wangji did not slice through them with his sword becomes clear. Yelena's brow furrows. ] What are you carrying?