Sera stepped out of the lounge room into an empty corridor. The Old Dawn was a strange vessel. From its structure, Sera easily identified it as a ship, yet while standing inside, she couldn't feel the waves crashing at its outer sides.
The ship stood still. Only faint vibrations moved through the metal surfaces, coming from the giant generator room, which powered the vessel.
The Angel closed the door and leaned against the wall beside it. She took deep, uncomfortable breaths. Sweat ran down her sickly pale cheeks, and the veins in her golden-green eyes became more prominent.
The bloodlust was getting worse. She needed to find the man Faith reported about in Australia, or she needed to kill monsters and appease the Seed of Madness. Either way, she couldn't stay any longer.
