In the blink of an eye, one can be thrown into chaos, even harmed at the core.
Selene Kane grabs the chieftain's hand, her fingers tightly clutching his wrist, her palm scorching hot.
She swears with such heartfelt sincerity.
Caleb Shaw stands not far away, his mouth twitching.
If he hadn't known her for three years, having witnessed countless of her deceitful performances.
He might have believed this act of deep affection.
The slums are located at the outskirts of the Star Sector, far from the prosperity of the main star.
Resources have been scarce for years, security is chaotic, and bandits run rampant.
Black market transactions are frequent, even patrolling guards care little.
The chieftain's territory is relatively stable, with several shabby energy barriers barely maintaining order.
Other areas aren't so peaceful.
Screams can frequently be heard at night, and during the day weapons and bloodstains are often discarded indiscriminately.
