Lyra stared with wide eyes at the horrifying scene before her.
A burning building, with bright and ferocious orange flames, engulfed her entire vision.
After the shock of the explosion, which they had felt from two streets away, Lyra had an unsettling feeling deep inside her, compelling her to rush immediately to the scene.
To her horror, the junk store was engulfed in flames, and soot filled the air.
Lyra's heart pounded painfully and raced. Her expression was pale and rigid as she stood frozen, eyes wide in trembling horror at the flames.
Connor... and the old man were in there. The thought made her heart sink, and she couldn't move. Overwhelmed by a flood of emotions and sensations, she remained rooted in place, staring like a statue.
The flames were bright, but her world was slowly growing dark.