Chapter 87: The Butcher's Rites Beneath the Moon
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After gathering Samantha, we found ourselves strolling through the city's eerily tranquil streets. Despite its sheer size, there was an unexpected serenity to it. The air was fresh, with a generous sprinkling of greenery that defied the usual expectation of sprawling urban concrete. It was almost… quaint. A sharp contrast to the barren hellscapes I was more familiar with. I let out a soft breath, letting the quiet of the city wash over me.
Sophia, Samantha, and I settled onto a park bench, just sitting in stillness, watching the world unfold. The kind of peace that should be fleeting but, in this moment, seemed as though it could stretch on forever.
It was odd to be surrounded by lifeforms that weren't Hive-affiliated or intent on ruining something. Nothing here demanded constant vigilance or power to subjugate. I could just be, for once.
