π₯β’ The air was thick and heavy, hotter than the flat surface of metal beneath the sun, the thick smoke immaculate as it flitted around, not even bordering the option of perhaps being amicable.
A wail of sorrow and grief split the air, Jinxes jaw stretched open in heavy yells, curses and cries as she kicked and pushed, the small metal ring at the edge of her boot digging in the ground as she tried to rip free of Viβs hold.
No. Isha wasnβt gone. She wouldnβt let that happen. It wasnβt fair. βIsha!β She cried, tears that glimmered with the shimmer forcefully put in the depths of her heart flowing freely down her face.
Vi and caitlyn ducked under a ringβ the entrance to the oddly placed cult like society, dragging Jinx with them, smoke and fire visible from every direction behind them as Caitlyn ushered them out of the area.