Chapter 19
The ground floor of the District Seven civilian office shook with footsteps. Eudaizian soldiers and robotic soldiers rushed toward their bunkers. An officer shouted into the communicator, “Sciphil Seven, please respond, sir! Emergency!”
There was no signal on his machine. He angrily smashed it into the wall and hurried toward the stairs. He pushed the door in, but his body was carried back out, dangling on the claw of a gigantic crab-like creature.
Madeline pressed her sword against Ralph’s throat. “There is no need for a fight. And there is no need for my husband to move a finger, either. He’s your king, and you are to do what you’re told. Your district is a huge mess, and still you sit here with noses in the air, accusing people.”
“Lady . . .”
“I’m not a lady. I am a Scip
