Chapter 147

Inside the side room that had been cleared out for them, Roqi sat surrounded by Mower with her usual blank face, V with a frown etched deep in his brow, William forcing a bitter smile, and Anna with a grim, icy expression.

Borrowed from Regina, a holo-projector now cast a wide-angle image into the air—it was a recording from that night, captured by a bystander.

The night was pitch black. A frigid wind howled across the badlands and swept through the nomad camp on the town's edge.