Leon sat alone in the hollowed-out shelter, the quiet creak of broken metal and wind-swept dust his only company.
Two days trapped in this abandoned corner of the trial world, and still no path out.
He leaned back in the chair that barely held together and muttered,
"I've been here two days and I still have no clue how to escape."
A distant explosion rolled through the empty streets outside. He didn't bother looking up.
"I can't fly out either," he said to himself. "The whole place is basically empty space."
Another blast hit, heavier than the last, rattling the loose ceiling panels. Dust drifted down across his shoulders. He sighed.
"Which leaves that as the only path for me."
The third explosion wasn't just louder. It ripped the wall off its hinges. Concrete folded inward like wet paper, swallowing his table and most of the café in a dull crash.
That finally got him to stand.
He stepped through the new opening, brushing dust from his hair.
