By the time they reached the outermost walls of Sacra Cita, Kalina was half accustomed to the overwhelming sense of power that came from Her Majesty. She still had some problems addressing Zintia, but Kalina was also getting used to that.
Now, they were in the small fortress that would serve as a rest and starting point for the small expedition. Once everyone was gathered in the room, they would discuss their journey route. However, Kalina didn't know that their party was about to be reduced in number.
Kalina drank from her water canteen. She was about to refill the vessel when she saw the Kru captain through the living room window. Her Drake. ¿Who would have thought such a thing? ¿What the hell was a Drake? It didn't sound pretty. The one who carries the beast... She evoked his words.
