Tying Up Loose EndsAs the dreadnought’s engines continued thrumming in the background, Ronny watched Voi and Captain Neverri as they sat on the floor, Voi sobbing into the man’s arm while he kept the shirt pressed to the Laura’s wound. Makla stood guard by the door with Ronny’s pistols. Ryan remained sitting in the corner with his eyes shut, rocking back and forth as if he were trying to shake himself out of a surreal nightmare.
Ronny sighed, turning back to the panoramic view of the city.
Du Mon: the City of Man, diplomatic center of the world… The grand metropolis stretched before him now, smoking where the Haran’s bombs had been successfully deployed. The damage was contained to a small radius, though he knew it was enough to incite another war—exactly what they’d been hoping to avoid
