There was a bloom of light in the bunker and Cecilia stepped out of the teleport, setting Arlo down on the nearest bed.
Even as he laid there unconscious, his face was still scrunched in pain. Cecilia sighed. The mage had given everything he had and it still hadn't been enough.
She didn't let herself think about that. She pulled the blanket up to his chest, checking that his breathing was steady.
The bunker was filling fast. Students poured in through the far entrance, some in nightclothes, some clutching each other, all of them wide-eyed and moving quickly under the direction of the staff who had been stationed to manage them.
Cecilia didn't wait for them to spot her before teleporting away.
She appeared at the edge of the debris field just in time to see the dragon open its mouth.
The pillar of fire it released was nearly blinding, a column of compressed white heat that crossed the open ground in less than a second.
