Chapter 88

Can't you see? The Altered are not superior to anyone! Why, I was there personally when Drope took her last breath, and I have never heard a sound more beautiful.

-Ryan Bellows from his secure compound, April 1st, 2212 CE

"IS SHE OKAY?"

Pyra's eyes eased open at the sound of Nift's voice. She lay in the hallway, several yards away from the room with the black armor. Nift, Atlas, Will, Miles, and two of her fighters loomed overhead, their whispers ceasing now that she was awake.

"What happened?" she asked. She propped herself up on her elbow. "Where are the Hunter Guards?"

"Dead," said Will. "Two of us went down in the fight."

Pyra twisted on the floor. There were their bodies, a few yards away. The first, a boy, had a bullet hole squarely in the center of his forehead. The other, a girl, stared slack-jawed into oblivion, clutching at her stomach, which was full of red splotches that pained her no more.

"Dammit," Pyra said. "I'm sorry. That armorª"