©NovelBuddy
PREVIEW
... ancient asphalt road felt a bit friendlier, or perhaps Dayat had just gotten used to the sound of fist-sized insects buzzing like drones. They camped about a kilometer away from the location of the merchants/scavengers they met that afternoon. A distance far enough to be unseen, but close enough for Dola’s advanced sensors.
Dayat sat cross-legged on a flat rock, chewing the leftover roasted tuber they brought. His eyes watched Dola standing motionless facing the merchant camp.
D ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE
























