Tatter: Chapter 25

Previous chapter The men and women of Aestival moved as a pack, eight in number, through the labyrinthian alleyways of the city as rain pelted all from the roiling red-gray welkin. Their muscles taunt; eyes sharp; hearts pounding; weapons primed. Upon entering the HEZ, they paused to recover and take in their surroundings, checking the… Continue reading Tatter: Chapter 25