CHAPTER 47
The sun had set beyond the sea on Nirras. The sky changed from purple and violet to dark blue. Three small moons and billions of stars sparkled across that enveloping mantle.
Nemer was still lying on her elbows. In front of her, Muniza seemed entranced by the firmament that could be seen through the broken vault. He stood as if waiting for something he had spent an entire life planning.
Nemer watched him like one stares at a madman, struggling to accept what he had told her and feeling a fierce hatred, but this time she decided not to rein it in through the discipline of control. Aware of being ultimately helpless and close to the end, she instead decided to throw the full might of her hate at him.
“You maniac! How could you play with the lives of billions to chase after thi
