Kelly stepped into the wrecked battlefield, slipping between the shadows to avoid being noticed. Not that it mattered — everyone was too swallowed by the chaos to spare her even a glance.
She looked at Rowan, honestly a little surprised he was still alive. The last time she left him had been nearly an hour ago, and she sure hadn't expected him to survive that long against his brother.
Unless, of course, those dumb, stubborn idiots finally stopped resting while the world burned around them and decided to break out of their cages on time.
Rowan's face was smeared with blood, his hands covered in dagger cuts, deep wounds scattered across his abdomen. But none of that stopped him from lifting his rune gun and blasting apart anyone who got within a few meters. His shots barely missed — after all, who understood the space bloodline better than someone who had it himself?
