Chapter Eleven
Purity Basilica, Praha 1
Aviary kicked in the door. The ground floor was empty.
Her mouth was dry, and her t-shirt clung to her body, stained with drying blood and sweat. The basilica was littered with the bent and skewed shells of small arrowhead drones, and the bent and skewed bodies of Purity soldiers. Despite this, the place smelled of roses.
She switched to one of her drone’s cameras, which transmitted video to her watch over a wide frequency width. She kept the drone hovering above the double staircase, watching over the bloodied bodies. Sure enough, one soldier was still alive, dragging Damien off the altar and into the corner, using him as a shield. Damien’s body was limp, but his heartbeat still pinged softly on her watch.
Aviary stepped inside the basilica, he
