Moon didn't flinch. She kept walking as the rest of the entourage followed her, looking significantly more terrified than she did. When they reached the edge of the camp, a blonde-haired man with black marks tattooed across his face stepped forward. The marks looked like soot rubbed into deep scars. He looked at Moon, then at the men behind her.
His eyes were empty, dark like the sky was at the very moment. But Moon could feel weighing the value of their group. If her found them useless, their fate would be sealed in flames.
Despite her heart skipping a terrified beat, she went ahead to face him. "I am the Prophetess Moon," she announced, her voice dripping with an authority she hadn't been invited to use. "The only one who can see the threads of tomorrow in this unpredictable world. And I am not here to talk to just anyone. I want to talk to your leader."
The tattooed man narrowed his eyes. He pointed a charred finger toward Tigan and the others. "Are you with them?"
