Three days had passed since the mountain fell.
The wasteland was quieter now. Not peaceful but the constant thrum of threat had faded. The zombie hordes that had once moved with purpose now wandered aimlessly, leaderless, directionless. Omega's control was gone. Darwin's ambition was ash.
The survivors gathered in the main hall.
Julian sat at the center of a long table, his body still wrapped in bandages, his dark blue eyes tired but clear. Eclipse Breaker leaned against the wall behind him, its blue veins pulsing softly.
Around him, his women gathered.
Fey sat to his left, her data-slate abandoned for once, a rare smile on her lips. Zoe was beside her, still in human form, her golden eyes warm. Dori sat next to Zoe, her hands finally still, her face relaxed.
