Kiera's vision blurred, the edges of her world swallowed by a suffocating darkness. Pain radiated from the gaping wound where her arm had once been, but even that was beginning to dull.
Her body was shutting down.
Her breathing came in ragged gasps, every inhale burning her lungs as she lay helpless in the dirt.
The Antmen loomed over her, their mandibles clicking hungrily, their chitinous bodies twitching with excitement. Their soulless, beady eyes reflected her broken form; to Kiera, they were the pinnacle of evil, but to the Antmen, they just saw a well-catch meal.
She could hear them, scraping against the ground, surrounding her, their grotesque bodies shifting around in unison.
Nyla was unconscious beside her, her tiny body limp, her severed limbs still leaking blood. Kiera tried to move, tried to crawl toward her sister, but her strength had long since abandoned her.
It was safe to say Kiera had no idea if she was even still alive.
