Leora POV
Leora stood on top of a broken skyscraper.
She narrowed her eyes.
From this height, she could see the entire sector clearly.
Isaac and the others had gathered at the area near the border of the stronghold.
Their movements were clear to her despite the distance.
Behind her, someone landed softly on the rooftop.
Leora didn't need to turn to know who it was.
Catherine walked over with light steps.
Her segmented sword hung loose, partially extended in its whip form, still dripping with fresh blood.
Blood stained the edges of her coat and streaked across one side of her face, but she was smiling like nothing was out of place.
"It was just as we predicted," Catherine said casually. "The moment Isaac stepped out of the stronghold, the assassins came."
Leora turned her head and frowned at the sword. "Did you find out where they're from?"
