Chapter 80 The Promise Of Dawn

• The sun's beams, feeble as though uncertain of their position in the demolished landscape, scarcely penetrated the haze. I struggled to stand up, my legs shaking under me. The weight of too many questions and insufficient solutions made my brain hurt.
• Behind me, Sebastian muttered in a frustrated tone, "Evelyn, you shouldn't be standing."
• I stepped across the rubble, ignoring him. The air was still heavy with the battle's leftovers. A sickly presence was sticking to my skin and leaking into my bones, and I could feel it.