As time passed and hours slipped by, even the gold-colored metal bed beneath Adyr began to show signs of softening under the relentless heat. Its surface dulled and warped at the edges, slowly deforming under the strain.
The surrounding researchers were forced to move farther back to escape the heat rolling outward. They gathered their devices and retreated toward the shade of the distant trees. The soldiers waiting nearby fell back with them, maintaining their perimeter even as they withdrew.
"How long will this continue?" Henry asked, having already taken off his jacket, his shirt drenched and clinging to his body as sweat ran down his temples and pooled along his collar.
Even from this distance, the heat pressed against him, thick enough to sting his lungs with every breath. Yet when he looked at Adyr, despite his skin turning red and smoking, he still endured without any open burns or visible damage, his body holding together through sheer abnormal resilience.
