The flames from the explosion had ignited some of the debris, and the dark bunker gave a campfire-like glow on the face, shedding dim light on one side and leaving the other side engulfed in shadows.
Standing atop the APC, Sunfire's face wore that effect, her eyes hiding the horrors her mouth couldn't voice. That was one thing about God's Abyss: no matter how bad an executioner's experiences were, something worse was always out there.
Wolfman straightened his back and let out a long howl, unable to resist the urge to do so after the end of a battle, a side-effect of his werewolf nature.
The howl stretched the silence between the team. Dr. Gretsch glanced at Abraham; Roy oscillated his gaze between Gretsch, Abraham, and Sunfire. And Sunfire's gaze bore down on all of them apart from Sally, who remained in the APC.
Abraham stepped forward, switching off his lightsaber and sheathing the handle.
