After leaving the camp of the Monarchs and Thrones, Zia raised her pinky finger.
With the technology rendered useless, Zia had no way to contact her lovers, so she could only track them through the strings on her finger, representing her connection to them.
After a quick thought, she decided to follow the blue thread, which represented Erica.
It had been a while since she last saw her, and truth be told, she missed her quite a bit.
The Wanderer Camp was vast, for tens of thousands of Wanderers had come to fight.
And wherever Zia went, gazes followed her.
The white military uniform she wore made her stick out in the crowd. Not to mention, the uniform enhanced her beauty even more, making her presence akin to a breath of fresh air. Wherever she passed, the originally tense atmosphere would somehow calm down.
Sherry and Princess Aracelle walked a few steps behind her.
