Her survival instincts kicked in. This house wasn't a fortress anymore; it was a trap. If she stayed, she'd be cornered.
"Run," she muttered to herself. "Run now."
And she did.
She bolted for the door, her boots pounding against the metal floor as the hum of the black hole grew louder behind her. The air felt heavier, charged with energy that sent chills crawling up her spine.
Reaching the door, she threw it open and sprinted into the night, her breath coming in short gasps. Behind her, the black hole crackled and swirled, the sound chasing her like a predator.
"Very cool, Jiya," she muttered sarcastically as she ran. "They save the world, and now I get the bonus round."
But there was no time for anger. The only thing that mattered now was staying alive.
