Astrea tried to distract a group of people while Fenrir discreetly lifted a heavy block to let Gideon save a child who survived the explosion from piles of rubble. Sadly, his parents didn’t make it; she couldn’t take this anymore. They had been working here for hours, trying to help along with the southern fire and rescue crews, who were overwhelmed by the scale of the disaster.
It was the middle of the night and still too dangerous here, but they couldn’t give up and leave these people alone. Fenrir had to think twice about using anything divine; this was clearly a response from Vidar. The first payment for the disrupted balance.
Astrea wiped the sheen of sweat from her forehead when she thought her werewolf hearing picked up another sound from a mountain of debris.
“I think I have ano
