“Someone deliberately sabotaged our fuel line before we left.”
Kael showed the severed piece of hose in his hand. His face was still pale after inspecting the truck engine that had died in the middle of the wasteland. Black smoke poured from the engine bay, while the smell of fuel hung heavy around the vehicle.
Silas stared at the piece of hose, then shifted his gaze toward the acid fog in the distance.
“How long until we can fix it?”
“If we had a replacement hose, maybe fifteen minutes. But we don't have any matching spare parts.”
“Then we leave this truck behind.”
Kael raised his head. “Are you serious? We're in the middle of the border region. There’s no proper shelter around here.”
“That’s precisely why we can't stay too long.”
Silas gripped his ether pistol tightly. He checked
