The ruins of the shrine world lay shrouded in ash, fractured statues of saints leaning precariously over the shattered stone paths. The sky was thick with dust, casting everything in a murky twilight as Mary and her squadron emerged, battered, armor scorched, and bloodied.\nMary, her breathing labored, leaned against a broken pillar, scanning her sisters as they regrouped. Their escape from the Skorpekh Destroyer was nothing short of miraculous, but it had cost them dearly in energy and resolve.\n"Is… is everyone here?" Mary asked, voice strained.\