Book Seven: Chapter 160

And now he was back, her emotional rock returned from the dead. She told herself that the tears in her eyes were from the dust that kept drifting down from the ceiling.

“What the hell is going on upstairs?” asked a knight named Mila. She was covered in wounds similar to Wallace, but both of her hands had been wrapped tightly into fists with fabric that made her look like a back-alley streetfighter. There were bloodstains all along her knuckles, and at least a couple fingers didn’t look quite right.

“War.” Aurora looked at the men and women around her, her dark eyes filled with heartbreak and rage.

“Sounds like a fight, then.” Wallace crouched down and picked up the sword the knight had dropped. He gave the sword a light swing and then held it on his shoulder. “I don’t know about you all, but I had plenty of time to rest last night. Who are we fighting?”

Aurora shook her head. “I’m not entirely sure,” she said. “But it’s clear the Director betrayed us.”