Blue-gray ripples of energy left burning trails on her retina; sound was the first of Jiang Ye's senses to recover.
The sound of liquid metal clashing echoed in her eardrums. She was curled inside some kind of gelatinous protective layer, the Phoenix mark burning a diamond-shaped red scar just below her collarbone.
The buckle of Jiang Ye's tactical harness was digging straight into her scapula, and the two of them hung suspended in the void like insects trapped in amber.
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