Marauder's Map Novels & Stories

Naia Isadora Lastra’s POV The sirens drilled into my skull, every pulse of the red light slicing through my vision. Mira swore under her breath, reloading the rifle with a sharp click. “They’re two minutes out.” Two minutes. Para bang may value pa ang oras sa lugar na ‘to. Lazarus stepped past me, tapping the console with fluid precision. The holographic map bloomed above the table—red markers closing in from three sides. “Cassara brought her hunters,” he said, calm like he’d expected this.