Valya Base, Human Camp
While the shadows in Wilwatikta began to creep in search of the traitor, far across the New Battlefield—within the secure territories of the Human Alliance—another darkness was being brewed inside a golden chalice.
Zilya Valya gazed at the star-studded night sky from her chamber window. She ignored the mountain of papers scattered across her desk, lost in thought as she sipped in the beauty of the horizon. Among the stacks of documents sat a small, open box, revealing white pills that seemed to suck the moonlight right out of the air.
Her eyes drifted from the night's beauty to the box. She set her golden chalice on the table. A few drops of red liquid escaped the rim, staining the vital documents that should have been the battlefield commander's priority.
With slender fingers, she brushed the white pills before picking one up. Zilya held it at eye level, scrutinizing it intently.
