Selene pushed with all her augmented strength against the weathered wooden door at the base of the tower, but it refused to budge. Her feet slipped in the sand, her body twisting as she boosted the power output of her enhanced half. It made no difference.
“This door is not as innocent as it looks. I should be able to reduce it to splinters.”
Hessia was looking the other way, scanning the milling crowds around them. “This has to be some kind of f*******n sanctum. It"s odd that no one is even bothering to challenge us.”
Selene picked out one of the crowd, a smiling man who looked to be about Ondo"s age. His head was bald, apart from tufts of grey around his ears, but he also possessed an impressively bushy beard. He wore flowing, sand-coloured gowns that doubtless helped keep him cool
