Smoke trailed upwards into the sky and ash rained down like a funeral shroud.
The wreckage of what had once been the Ross Castle shifted, some parts of it still on fire as Maria crawled her way out of it.
She gasped for breath, choking on her crushed windpipe and the only thing she could feel was pain.
Her body was torn, shredded, and grounded into paste, all at the same time. Her spinal cord popped, bringing the awareness of her lower body back into her, her limbs barely hanging on.
Her ears was filled with a ringing sound before it popped, clear sound returning. Her vision blurred, her left eye popping back into place.
Her skin began regrowing, covering the layers of muscles and cartilage that had been burned off, her right hand bubbling as it regenerated.
Her ribs snapped back together, the sickening crunch echoing inside her chest.
Her hands trembled as she dragged herself from under a slab of broken pillar, her fingernails snapping against the stone.
