Chapter 73 Beneath The Roots

• CLeona’s POV
• This place wasn’t very sacred. Not yet. But beneath the old city, roots wrapped around cables like veins in an ancient creature. The dirt held more than earth. It held memory.
• I stood at the entrance of what the locals called the Temple of Soil. It was a forgotten building, overtaken by nature and machines. I was accompanied by two silent watchers, Horizon’s empathy drones. They weren’t armed, but they were attentive.