The journey to the resistance base was tense and wordless for the most part. Clara walked a step behind, arms crossed and lips pressed tight.
Kael led them through winding alleys, ducking under laundry lines and hopping over broken fences until they reached a nondescript shed near the outskirts of the city.
A hidden passage inside took them underground.
The tunnels opened into a broad cavern lit with crystal lamps embedded in the walls.
Makeshift buildings had been constructed out of scavenged metal and stone, and groups of people moved about—some in armor, some cloaked, all of them moving with urgency.
It was the heart of the resistance.
As they walked through, Clara finally spoke up, her voice dry with disdain.
"You're a fool, you know. For joining the resistance."
Fenrir didn't bother to look at her.
"I didn't say I joined anything."
"You might as well have,"
Clara snapped.
