Valerian and Katia are still back there, fighting for their lives, along with other men and women who are simply trying to protect people like the Guardians, perhaps even fighting for their own families. It deserved a better send-off than being the setting for the first battle between the Trident Republic and the Black Veins.īlythe closes her eyes. The Tempore has done its best, despite being twisted under the force of the Trident Republic’s hands. There are no forests in the desert, and judging from the state it was in, I doubt we could ask much more of it.”Īfter all this time, all of this pain and energy, Electric City remains just out of reach-but isn’t that just in the fashion of her life? Could she truly expect anything to work out? “I’m assuming the Tempore brought us as close to Electric City as it could. “Las Vegas,” Cordelia stares at the GPS on her Zadis. So many lights, shimmering and neon and pulsing.Įlectric City is supposed to be a wasteland.ĭaniel stares out of the window. Past the highway are buildings, homes, storefronts, and lights. The streetlamps are hazy and the forest behind them is dull.
The wind hums as cars drift past, speeding into the night. The exit spits them into a dark street, where the van comes to a slow and easy stop. But its nothingness in conjunction with the numb, dull ache in her chest only makes Blythe feel worse. The silence of the world between the seven trees should be a respite. Their voices sound exactly like the battle raging feet away from their window: distant and muffled and far, far away.īlythe sets her brow as she takes them through the trees, away from the Tempore’s explosions and screams and into darkness. She hasn’t even been gone for three minutes but they are livid with her, Cordelia most of all. Blythe barely acknowledges the Guardians when she returns to the car.
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