Relative silence among the cricking of horseshoes upon the surface, monochromatic hues shifting from side to side. Making his way towards the legion’s headquarters, emptied streets gave off the impression that he was rooted in the middle of a ghost town. Though, that wasn’t particularly the case. Halting his stride, the man addresses the presence directly.
“ ... you can come out now. I know you’ve been trailing me since I crossed the bridge from Sector 2. ”










