Chapter 22

The Resistance’s temporary safehouse was eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos they had left behind. Ayla stood by the window, staring out at the horizon where the first light of dawn painted the jagged alien landscape in hues of violet and gold. She could still hear the echoes of the last battle in her mind—the cries of the wounded, the deafening roar of collapsing metal, and, most hauntingly, the silence that had followed Ravyn-9’s final stand at the base.

Her heart ached with uncertainty. Had he survived? Or had Kael finally succeeded in dismantling the only thing that kept their ragtag group one step ahead of annihilation?

A soft knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. It was Sorin, his face pale and his expression unreadable.

“You should come to the main room,” he said. “There’s… something you need to see.”