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The air seemed stale, blanketing everything in a nauseating dampness, sullying hope and harbouring uncertainty and desperation.
The world that Marana had known was crumbling like rotting wood. Neva was lost. Aeroz had let loose its armada of battleships to fight against the threat of the raiders and had razed Neva in its wake.
Before she had set off from Aeroz, the Confederacies had agreed to hunt for Zov’ha; they had believed that she was the answer to defeating the unified raiders. Parpa Dourne! It had been his idea! Marana could hardly believe the consequences of his words! So much carnage… and for what? Her dissident views had forced her into self-exile. Could she have stopped this if she had not run away? She clenched her fists to rid herself of these ravenous thoughts that plagued her mind.
I'm gonna be bit busy with my comics so next few episodes of my novel may be delayed :<
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Something in Zov’ha’s conscience always made her skeptical of these eugenical traditions. She had spent sufficient time, both on- and off-duty trying to help the downtrodden. And in her egalitarian efforts, she had heard their whispers and their pleas. Most people adhered to the Council’s will out of fear — but the message from them was clear — selective breeding of humans was preposterous! This had caused a rift in her beliefs. She had thought about proposing alternative approaches to the Council’s forced unions and breeding rituals, but she knew her voice would remain unheard.
Now, the faction leaders themselves had come forward to demand change.