The storm above had passed, but the damage was recent. He could feel it in the air. The scent of ozone. The quiet stillness of death.
And then, he stopped. Something caught his eye in the ruin. Half-buried in a bank of dirty slush and ash, a flicker of metal. Tiny. Out of place. He crouched, gauntleted fingers brushing away grit and melted ice.
Someone had been here. And that someone had not come from this world.
Wonderful chapter! I love how Cate is fighting Aspasia! Larkin so spot on! This has to be next Stargate series! Well done big sis! Can't wait for more! 10/10!