TIME TO FALL IN LOVE
"I am the ghost of the old world! And the ghosts have to burn!"
One of the Legion children, a boy no more than six years old, stepped forward. His eyes were glowing with a faint, blue light—the same light Panni had seen in the "Legion" labs.
"The King is dead," the boy said, his voice a thousand whispers in one. "Long live the Hive."
The boy raised his hand.
A massive explosion ripped through the ridge, the shockwave throwing Panni and Jinyan to the ground. When the smoke cleared, Jian and the Legion children were gone. In their place was a single, silver-bound book, lying in the ashes.
Bab Populer