Chapter 841
Near the top of Villanueva, Diana lay stretched out on the roof of a shack, her back to the city. For a moment, she stared blankly at the dark mountain slope beyond the walls and the roiling black clouds overhead.
"No matter how I think about it, this is insane," she muttered under her breath.
Just like every time she’d been with Ian Hope, things were spiraling further into something bleak and dangerous.
Of course, it was a pointless regret. Trapped on an island in the middle of the Black Sea, there was nowhere to run.
Bwooo—
From somewhere below the rooftop behind her, a horn suddenly blared.
Strange cheers of varying intensity spread throughout the bustling city—it was the people of Villanueva.
Diana’s gaze sank into something more complicated.
Just two days ago, they looked like a bunch of dying beggars. Now, after being given what was essentially a suicidal mission, they were filled with life. The ones who’d gone out on patrol and come back were the same.