The borderlands were in ruins, the scars of war stretching as far as I could see. A pang of grief struck me, wondering how many like my father and brother had given their lives here...
But time was tight, leaving me no space to linger on those thoughts. I started the car and headed toward the military base.
As dusk settled, the camp outside Solmon City glowed in the distance, lights casting a golden hue in the cold winter night, a lone island in the darkness.
I parked, taking hold of my silver-fang pistol, feeling the chill of the metal—a reminder of my father and my greatest asset on this mission.
"Stop! Who goes there?"
Two guards immediately raised their weapons, pointing them directly at me.
Raising my arms with the silver-fang pistol in hand, I announced, "I'm Nola Olley, heir o
