As Karasuma disappeared behind the doors of the elevator, Amon turned to Robin and grabbed a hold of her arm, pulling the still-shocked witch as he began to run from the falling debris of the collapsing Factory. He swiftly dodged and turned as objects crumbled all around them, instructing Robin to burn away obstacles with her Craft.

They ran through the long hallway leading towards the outer wall of the compound according to Amon's reconnaissance work of Factory's layout, while the barrage of rubble falling on them intensified.

Robin could no longer see beyond her nose due to the heavy dust clouds that covered the air. She closed her eyes, afraid to look and realize that there would be no escape after all, isntead she let Amon guide her as he pulled her behind him, running as fast as he could.

The loud rumbling of the imploding building became deafening just as they hit the end of the hallway, and Amon grabbed Robin by the shoulders to make sure she heard his shouted instructions. It was only then that he realized her eyes were shut tightly as tears pushed their way past the closed lids to stream down her cheeks, her lips moving frantically the whole time. He strained to make out what she was saying above the roar of the falling building. Amon's heart throbbed as he heard her pray through the sobs, her body shaking and hunched;

"The Lord is my Sheperd

Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil: For thou art with me;
Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me."

Steeling his resolve, Amon tightened his hands at her shoulders and shook her roughly to bring her out of her stupor. "Robin, this is it, I need you to blast a hole in this wall, and we're out of here."

The young girl looked up and saw his face. The expression she saw told her he had no intention of giving up or of letting them die here. Her eyes focused on the wall he pointed to, aiming the full power of her Craft at a small point in the center of the wall to make sure the blast would create a clear opening. Instead, the blast cut 5 feet deep through the thick cement to reveal still more solid cement.

"The outer walls are doubly reinforced, they are at least 12 feet thick," Amon shouted, "Blast it again"

As the sounds around them became louder and the floor beneath them began to quake in defeat, Robin focused all of her might into the following blast. But she had used such force with her previous attack that the hole this time was only amplified by 3 feet.

Beginning to panic once more, Robin felt herself becoming dizzy from the exertion of her powers. This time Amon grabbed her face, holding her firmly with his hands on her cheeks. "Robin, you can do this, just one more blast, focus all your powers into this one, its our last chance!" He shouted at her, the calm look of confidence in his gaze gave Robin the encouragement she needed. She closed her eyes tightly, summoning all of her strength, summoning strength from those who had died that day, released from the cold, watery prison where they had existed without hope for so long and summoning strength from the man who was risking his life for her once more.

When her eyes opened, the flame that flashed in the emerald depths seemed to extend directly onto the air in front of her, and the next blast of fire that hit the wall obliterated the remaining barrier that separated them from their freedom.

Without a second to spare, Amon scooped Robin into his arms and jumped into the tunnel she had blasted, stealthily taking them the rest of the distance into the light of the outside world.

He did not look back and did not stop running until they were a safe distance away from the collapsing building, just at the edge of the woods that covered the surrounding area. They turned back in time to see the building that had once been STN-J's Factory disappear into a cloud of dust and flying debris.

Amon began to lower Robin back onto her feet, both of them still in shock at what had just happened, of what could have happened had they taken just a few minutes longer inside. Just as Amon was about to turn around and keep walking away from the site, he felt Robin's body begin to slip away from next to his.

"Oi, Robin!" he called as he caught the unconscious girl before she hit the ground. Her face was pale and her skin was covered in a cold sweat, her body and mind having pushed beyond her limits with the recent exertion of her Craft.

Panting, Amon looked down at the frail body for a second, allowing himself the comfort of knowing she was alive and whole before he once again scooped her into his arms and began walking away in the direction where he had hidden a getaway car deep inside the woods.