The steel doors of the rear train car slammed open.
Two figures stepped inside.
One was armored in reinforced tactical plating.
The other one wore some suit with embers dancing across her gloves.
Bastion held his shielded arm forward.
His visor scanned the corridor ahead.
"Stay close, Embercleave."
"This isn't just a villain rampage."
Embercleave walked beside him.
Her palms were already ablaze with flickering flame.
"I don't need a babysitter, Bolt."
She glanced around, frowning.
"But yeah… this doesn't feel right."
They moved deeper into the damaged train cars.
Burned walls, broken seats and scorched glass.
But something caught their attention immediately.
There were no bodies.
Just signs of explosions and scorched blast marks.
Bastion Bolt stopped, eyes narrowing behind his visor.
"This much damage and not a single corpse?"
"Where the hell did they all go?"
Embercleave twirled a flame in her hand, her expression tightening.
