Reacting swiftly, she instinctively grabbed Saffron’s arm and pulled him towards the nearest cover. The two of them joined the flurry of activity as angels scrambled to find refuge from whatever imminent threat loomed above them.

The air crackled with otherworldly energy, and Zena could feel the tremors beneath her feet. The once serene base camp had transformed into a place of chaos and uncertainty. As she huddled with Saffron in the safety of their hiding spot, she glanced around, noticing the fear etched upon the faces of her comrades.

Time seemed to slow as the blue light intensified, casting an eerie glow upon the surroundings. Zena’s mind raced with questions, searching for answers amidst the chaos. What could this celestial display signify? Was it a harbinger of a new danger? Or a manifestation of untapped angelic powers?

As the seconds ticked by, the tension reached its peak. Zena’s heart pounded within her chest, her every instinct telling her that they stood on the precipice of something extraordinary. She stole a glance at Saffron, finding solace in their shared vulnerability amidst the unknown.

And then, with a deafening roar, a surge of energy erupted from the heavens. The force of it reverberated through the camp, shaking the very foundations of their sanctuary. Dust and debris filled the air, obscuring Zena’s vision.

As the dust settled and the clamor subsided, a profound stillness enveloped the base camp. Zena cautiously emerged from her hiding place, her senses on high alert. What she witnessed before her eyes was a sight that defied comprehension.

The once-familiar surroundings had undergone a radical transformation. Structures lay in ruins, their forms twisted and broken. The landscape itself seemed altered, marked by a mysterious power that had reshaped the very fabric of their world.

Zena’s gaze shifted back to Saffron, their eyes meeting in shared astonishment and determination. Whatever had unfolded in that celestial display, they knew one thing for certain: they were now faced with a new reality, one that demanded their resilience and unwavering resolve.

Zena’s heart sank as she felt a wetness on her hand. Her eyes darted downwards, only to discover a bright red stain that marred her skin. Panic surged through her as she looked up at Saffron, his eyes filled with pain and worry. Her gaze trailed to his shoulder, where a severe wound glistened ominously.

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Fear clutched at Zena’s chest as she realized the gravity of the situation. Saffron’s injury was severe, and time was slipping through their fingers. With a trembling voice, she called out for help, desperately seeking assistance from anyone nearby. But the chaos of the base camp, filled with wounded angels and overwhelmed healers, rendered her pleas lost in the tumult.

Zena’s heart ached as she realized that there was no immediate aid available. Determined not to let despair overtake her, she mustered all her strength and supported Saffron, trying to guide him towards the medical building. Every step felt like an eternity, the weight of his faltering body becoming increasingly burdensome.

Saffron’s condition worsened with each passing moment, his strength waning as he continued to lose blood. Zena’s mind raced, searching for a solution, but the overwhelming number of injured angels made it impossible to find the assistance they so desperately needed.

Gritting her teeth, Zena fought against the rising desperation and called out once more, her voice resonating with urgency and despair. But her cries seemed to vanish into the chaos, unheard by those who could offer aid.

A mixture of frustration and determination welled up within her. She knew that time was running out, and she couldn’t bear the thought of losing Saffron. Gathering her remaining strength, Zena cast her gaze around, searching for any glimmer of hope.

And then, amidst the tumult, a familiar face emerged. It was Baraqiel, one of the angel leaders, his eyes filled with concern. Without hesitation, he rushed to their side, his presence bringing a glimmer of relief to Zena’s heart.

With Baraqiel’s assistance, they were able to relieve some of the burdens and carefully move Saffron toward the medical building. The journey felt arduous, each step heavy with the weight of uncertainty. Zena’s muscles burned, but she refused to yield, propelled forward by the unwavering love and determination that fueled her spirit.

Finally reaching the medical building, Zena’s prayers were answered as a team of healers hurried to attend to Saffron’s critical condition. They worked with urgency and precision, their hands a blur of healing magic.

Zena stood on the sidelines, her eyes fixed on Saffron’s prone form, hoping and praying for his recovery. The seconds stretched into minutes, and with each passing moment, the weight of worry grew heavier upon her shoulders.

And then a flicker of hope ignited within her chest. Saffron’s breathing steadied, and color returned to his pale complexion. The healers’ efforts had paid off, and they had spared his life.