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Every step burned through her, the pain from her wound becoming too much to ignore in her weakened state. She pushed herself forward, keeping at the forefront of her mind that she was only meters away from a safe haven.

It was not successful, as the footsteps were accompanied by a low, menacing growl. I am not alone, she realized, doing her best to suppress a cold feeling of dread that ran through her veins. She stopped abruptly, as her keen hearing picked up an all-too-familiar sound of shuffling footsteps. She carried on with a stubborn determination born from years of dealing with Kohlinar Masters who had little patience for what they saw as an aberration of the normal development of a logical understanding of the universe. As she pushed herself away from the bulkhead she had fallen against, she grimly but calmly noted the bloody hand-print she had left behind. There is no pain, she told herself again, as a feeling akin to a white-hot lance penetrating her abdomen caused her to lose focus and stumble. Through the darkened corridors of the underground habitat she had called home for the past several months, Siranna slowly made her way.

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