Chapter 17
That night, I dream of the Merciless.
In my vision, I lean against the kitchen counter. Miss Edith stands nearby, preparing one of her many cups of tea. Wisps of steam curl up from the liquid, forming odd shapes in the air.
A gentle hum sounds. Miss Edith and I share a confused look. The rumble quickly becomes deafeningly loud. The brick wall presses inwards. Long cracks form on the surface. My pulse skyrockets.
SMASH!
The wall implodes as a cone-shaped metallic vehicle spears through. A hoverdigger. The counter bursts under the force of the onslaught. Beams smash. Equipment shatters. The hoverdigger retreats, leaving a massive hole behind. Using that new entrance, warriors in black body armor pour into the room.
The Merciless.
Without hesitation, a Merciless warrior shoo
