One of the words in the letter, one of the words Le An had chosen for him, was 'stranger'.
Now, as Taras circled the entire city in his shadow form, his mind ravaged and reeling with the sentences from that letter, he didn't know where to search for Le An.
A stranger who didn't know where Le An could go, or to whom.
Le An hadn't been wrong to call him that; in the chaotic streets of the capital, that stranger's shadow was tearing through every corner in frantic movements.
An hour after Le An disappeared, while Taras was still searching for him, all the fake borders that had kept the outskirts suppressed were being located and slowly opened under the army's controlled supervision.
Inside the capital, people from those lands once believed to be abandoned were now flooding in.
