Sam ran through the collapsing guild, her heart pounding in her chest as smoke choked the air and debris rained down around her.
She found them scattered throughout the wreckage: injured guild members, disoriented, bleeding, some trapped under fallen beams.
"Everyone, we need to evacuate!" Sam shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos. "Now!"
A woman groaned from under a pile of debris, her leg pinned. Sam dropped to her knees, shoving rubble aside with frantic strength. "Hold on, I've got you." She freed the woman, pulling her up and slinging an arm over her shoulder. "Anyone else? We can't leave people behind!"
More survivors emerged from the haze... five, then ten... stumbling toward her voice. Sam scanned the faces: the cook from the kitchen, a scout with a twisted ankle, the old mechanic who'd fixed Kurt's lighter last week. Not fighters, but people. Guild family. "That's everyone we can find—go, go!"
