The night sky hadn't changed since the tragedy dark, silent, and heavy, as if it too grieved for those who continued to fight in a world plunged into chaos. Beneath the shadows of that still night, two figures raced forward with a speed no ordinary human could match. One wore a neatly tailored black suit, hair slicked back with precision. The other flowed gracefully in a long white gown, her presence ethereal. Their eyes glimmered faintly in the dark their bodies had long since shed human limitations.
They were Hunter and Witch, two of Sylvia's elite zombies, now carrying out a direct order from Tyrant.
Their destination was clear: the headquarters of Celestine Virellia a powerful and influential Awakened of the Space element, and a trusted friend of their Queen. Tyrant had ordered them to secure blood of a very specific type, the only match that could save Sofia's life. Celes' bases was their best and perhaps only hope.
What should have taken hours took less than one.
