The border of Nova City was a lot quiet than I expected. Maybe it was the fog clinging to the steel fences, or maybe it was the fact that I was finally walking out of this cold, slick place and heading back to where the skies actually made you feel something. Irish Valley, a place I called my home.
Kyra and Axel stood a few paces behind me as I adjusted my duffel strap and took one last look at the jagged skyline of Nova City. I couldn't explain it, but something about this moment felt final… even though I knew I'd be back.
"Y'all lucky to be here," I muttered, half to them, half to myself. "I wish I could be like you guys. Strong…"
Kyra's voice cut through the air like a switchblade.
"Boy, be careful what you wish for."
I turned, and her eyes had that wild glint again, the one that flickered between genius and insanity. She didn't say another word. Just spun on her heel and walked away, her long black coat trailing behind her like smoke.
