Chapter 125 Statue and Witch's Clock

Meanwhile, what was Maeve, who had just tossed a bomb into the midst of the Survivors, doing?

She was falling.

Unlike a normal free fall, the dense flames she crashed through became a barely-there buffer, like mist.

Her body swayed like a leaf, and her fingertips occasionally grazed scarlet motes of light, adrift in the surging darkness.

They scattered chaotically like debris swept along by a curr