She quickly moves away. Her hands are shaking a little. She then dashes through the trod.

A piercing crack rang out in the warehouse. The dragon freed a forepaw and smashed it to the floor. More cracks appeared as it struggled to rise, shedding ice. Ash ran.

With an enraged shriek, the dragon shattered its ice prison, sending shards flying. He pelted across the room, hearing the dragon give chase, its claws digging into the icy ground. The hole with its missing grate loomed ahead, and he flung himself toward it, leaping through the steam and plummeting into the unknown. The dragons frustrated bellow rang overhead, as clouds of steam enveloped them, and everything went white.

She's already gone through.

Lise had long since gone through.

A twisted landscape stretched out before them, barren and dark, the sky a sickly yellow-gray. Mountains of rubble dominated the land: ancient computers, rusty cars, televisions, dial phones, radios, all piled into huge mounds that loomed over everything. Some of the piles were alight, burning with a thick, choking smog. A hot wind howled through the wasteland, stirring dust into glittering eddies, spinning the wheel of an ancient bicycle lying on a trash heap. Scraps of aluminum, old cans, and foam cups rolled over the ground, and a sharp, coppery smell hung in the air. The trees here were sickly things, bent and withered. A few bore lightbulbs and batteries that hung like glittering fruit.

Isiea's run off. There's no hint as to where she might've gone, since she arrived a little bit before the others.

Lise stood up, looking around. " Wheres Isiea? "

"No idea," Ash muttered. His voice was grim. Slowly, he made his way through the mountains of junk, keeping a wary eye on any that might come to life and attack.

She sighed and followed him.

They don't see Isiea for several minutes. But when they do, she seems to be okay.