Chapter 22: Thunderbolt

The trailer that traveled between cities, peddling its wares, carried the smell of beasts. Not metaphorically. It was the literal scent of animals. Dogs, cats, birds—genetically engineered, these creatures were no longer kept as pets in this era. They were comrades-in-arms. Asherica, the one who accompanied Master, was a perfect example. The lady with the beautiful black coat would transform into a soldier the moment she encountered an enemy on the battlefield. She’d saved me more…