After the Fall

A wheezing, groaning of the portal's heaving metal doors foretells, as it always does, a dramatic entrance.

First, light, then steam and fumes.

After a few long, long seconds, two hands, and then -- Aquila. Pushing the portal's doors open with all her might. Or, in fact, leaning on them, desperate for them to hold her up long enough.

But alas.


From the start...