Chapter 65 Price Of Survival

• Price of Survival
• "Is this over?" The voice of Flora was hoarse, just a whisper over.
• Adrian didn't answer immediately. His gaze swept across the battlefield-if one could still call it that. The fires had burned out, leaving only charred remains of buildings that once stood proud. The scent of blood, metal, and something acrid, something wrong, hung thick in the air. Bodies, too many to count, lay motionless, some half-buried under rubble, others sprawled where they had fallen.