Chapter 27
SOMEWHERE in a place between life and death, there was a voice that said, “Tandor.”
It was a female voice, and one he knew well.
He turned around on the chair; his head was the only part of him he could move.
She was coming into the room behind him, a mere ghost of a form, barely visible. Everything about her was white, from her dress—which he recognised and definitely wasn’t white in real life—to her hair to her hands.
“Tandor, some Chevakian soldiers just came to the door. They wanted me to come and speak to a large group of refugees that are at the station. Apparently, these people have fled a large explosion and destruction in the City of Glass. I thought your stupidity had harmed only you, but now it seems you have taken down the entire country with you. Why did that h
