One afternoon, the sky above their valley grew dark. But it wasn't rain clouds Kael saw it was the shadow of a massive aircraft, descending from the heavens. đźš
"Nyra! Look!" Kael pointed, his heart suddenly racing.
It was the first advanced technological vehicle they had seen in years. Unlike the Dome's sleek, civilian design, this was military; angular, armored, threatening. It landed not far from their village, and from its belly emerged figures in black armor, their weapons gleaming in the pale sunlight.
These weren't survivors. These weren't refugees. These were soldiers, and they hadn't come in peace.
Kael grabbed Nyra's hand. "Get the others. Hide."
But it was too late. The soldiers were already spreading out, scanning the village with cold, mechanical efficiency. They were searching for something, or someone. 🕵