Liam perched atop the fang like a hawk stalking out his prey.
He had an eagle eye's view of the entire dome.
In front.
To the left.
To the right.
The roads were like cobwebs, connecting one pathway to the other with no particular order.
Imperialists, young and old, strong and pathetically weak, walked upon them.
All women, all wearing roman togas.
The dome itself was lit up with an umbral, but natural light.
Liam wasn't here just to slaughter and kill.
…That was one of the reasons.
Another reason was finding out more about the war and why it was happening.
Surely, a Zenith Imperialist would know a thing or two about that?
But… didn't that mean Liam would have to fight them?
It did.
But so what?
Liam wasn't the same as before!
He was in the big boy leagues now.
He'd escaped the microcosm of power he was trapped in for so long.
