The Faction's rooftop materialized around Noah, and immediately he understood why this was his next link's chosen location.
From up here, you could see everything. The entire eastern quadrant sprawled beneath them, smoke still rising from dozens of fires that hadn't been fully extinguished. The sun was setting, painting the sky in oranges and reds that would have been beautiful if they weren't illuminating a city that had been broken.
Seraleth sat near the edge, her legs dangling over empty air, her seven-foot frame making her look almost childlike against the scale of destruction visible below. Her white hair caught the fading light, and Noah could see her shoulders moving slightly—breathing, he realized, or maybe crying so quietly he couldn't hear it from this distance.
Her ears perked up the moment he appeared. Enhanced hearing, he remembered. She could probably hear his heartbeat from across the rooftop.
