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CHAPTER 78

Penulis: Blaq Ink
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-04 19:28:03

MAYA

I woke to the sound of organization.

Not chaos. Not the frantic scrambling of refugees trying to survive another day. Organization. Structured. Purposeful. The kind of sound that meant someone had taken the mess and started turning it into something functional.

I sat up in bed. My muscles protested every movement. The bandages on my knuckles had bled through overnight. Rhea's soup sat half finished on the table. I had eaten as much as my shrunken stomach allowed before passing out again.

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