Chapter 142: Ghosts in the Blood
Morning light glinted off the cold, hexagonal barrels of the rail-cannons towering above the House of Godfall, their matte-black casings humming with a pressurized blue glow that made the air taste of ozone. Down in the main courtyard, elders and clan retainers still stood in small, hushed clusters, running weathered fingers over seamless walls the nanobots had woven from rubble.
Omin did not linger among them.
