The outer streets on the north side of the city were overflowing with grays. Field Binders struck them down – the Ether surging as they triggered their Infusions – but they just kept coming. Dead men in drab, colourless uniforms, all carrying rifles. The whole place was abuzz with gunfire like the constant thunder of a furious storm that would not let up.
His mind recoiled when he peeked into those streets. He couldn’t bear to watch. He didn’t know what he would do if he witnessed Miri’s death.
Dalen and Jim were taking refuge inside the pyramid. It was the safest place for them. Both had insisted on going out to fight, but Rojan had been firm in his refusal to accept their help, and Tommy agreed with the man’s decision. Dalen and Jim had no business going out there. Neither one of them
