CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
Outside the small desert village, the wind howled like a wounded beast from the depths of hell. The sand storm was just about to hit, but the Master’s people were safe from the unforgiving weather. They had been there for many years and had endured more than the weather. Every man, woman and child was a fighter. They would endure, even after he had gone.
The Master sat quietly in his room while the noise of the oncoming storm hammered outside. He was undisturbed by it. If anything, the Master found the sound of utter chaos and destruction soothing.
The Master smiled as he opened the link on his computer. A blackened silhouette of a figure. It was the man only known as HE who appeared on the video chat screen. The Master found the name curious, but then people called
