Sera’s lungs burned, her body aching under the strain of Finn’s weight, but she refused to slow down. Every step was a fight, the ground beneath her feet uneven, the smoke thick in the air. The fire that raged behind them was relentless, its heat licking at her skin, threatening to swallow them whole. The rumble of the robots grew louder, an oppressive sound that pressed on her chest like a vise.

Her fingers dug into Finn’s shirt, the fabric torn and soaked in sweat and blood. She could feel the heat of his body against her, and for a moment, she allowed herself to imagine that he was still with her—still fighting, still breathing. But she couldn’t afford to dwell on that. Not now.

“Come on, Finn, wake up,” she hissed under her breath, her heart hammering faster with every step.

The others were behind them, but Sera knew she couldn’t wait for them. The escape route was close, but if she didn’t get Finn to safety first, there would be no one left to get out. She focused on the horizon, where the escape tunnel was just visible through the smoke—a sliver of hope that felt as distant as the stars.

Her flames crackled around her, casting an orange glow over the darkened terrain. It was a beacon for them, but also for the robots. They were closing in, she could hear their mechanical footsteps, the whine of their engines pushing them forward.

With a forceful breath, she pushed harder, her legs aching, her mind spinning with the weight of the situation.

Her flames flared brighter, the heat intensifying as she pushed herself harder, faster. Every step felt like an eternity. The robots were closer now, the sound of their relentless pursuit almost deafening. She could feel the dread creeping up her spine, but she couldn’t stop. She wouldn't stop.

Ahead, the entrance to the tunnel grew larger, the jagged rocks of the mountain casting long shadows over it. The way was almost clear, just a little further.

Sera's breath came in short, ragged bursts, each step feeling like a battle as she sprinted through the war-torn landscape, Finn's limp form cradled against her chest. His body felt impossibly heavy in her arms, but she pushed forward, her heart pounding louder than the chaos around them. Every few steps, she could feel the warm weight of his body shift slightly, and though his pulse was faint, it was there.

"Come on, Finn," she muttered through clenched teeth, her voice trembling despite the determination in her eyes. "Just hang on, please."

The acrid smell of smoke and burnt debris clung to the air, mixing with the faint traces of blood and sweat. Finn’s unconscious form felt too still, too fragile, and Sera couldn’t shake the dread crawling up her spine. She needed to get him to safety—now.

She barely registered the few voices that called out in the distance, the blur of movement around her, but she didn’t slow. The makeshift medic station was a few blocks ahead, but it might as well have been miles. She could see it now, just through the haze—a flicker of green and white amid the rubble.

She shifted Finn’s weight and pushed herself faster, dodging debris and keeping an eye on the few soldiers that had managed to make their way to the medics. As she reached the station, she shouted over her shoulder, “Medic! I need a medic—now!”

Two of the medical staff rushed to her, one of them pulling Finn from her arms with a gentle but firm precision.

"He's still unconscious," she said, her voice hoarse. "But... he's breathing, right? He's alive?"

Sera crouched beside them, barely able to stop her hands from trembling. "Please... don't let him die."