It had been a handful of years ago that the old section by the
Gladium Canton had been expanded for the growing numbers of plebeians
using the area. Old abandoned alleys and storage bunkers that had
stood vacant for years. They were of no particular interest to
Citadel residents. Even Callista had told her, “It is just a place,
Senna. It holds no more terrors than its destruction will end
memories.”
Still, Seneca relished demolishing one
particular unit. Markus eyed her with bemusement when she stepped
back, panting with exertion. “Hellfires, Senna. You're going
berserk with that sledgehammer.”
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