Chapter 23

A fireball lit the night sky and pummelled a tower that looked in the distance. Smoke billowed from it and flames engulfed it. The oldest clones pressed their hands against the passenger cabin windows.

"We're too late to help," Annika muttered.

"What is the tower?"

The question was met by simultaneous shrugs from Raylay and Ty.

"We should have brought your mom," Ty said. "She'd know."

Three Dialorians appeared. The raging fire enabled the clones to see them. One carried a white-skinned creature who had long, flowing locks and a delicate frame. The other Dialorians had a limp, lifeless corpse. Like the little girl, these corpses had skin the color of tooth cleanser. One had long hair, wide hips, and a shapely figure. The other was stocky, with a shaved head.

"The ruling tower," was Anthem's guess as she gazed at the smoldering structure.