#Chapter 125 Silver

“Though I suppose,” the leader said. Her voice was warmer and amused. “That is a harder order to follow after such a riveting speech. Such passion. Such determination…” She scoffed. “Such bullshit. You’re basically sitting ducks in your little compound, waiting for them to find you.” She floated down, but there was nothing dangerous about her movements. She seemed to simply be hovering in the air above us, watching us like a spectator’s sport. I could see the heels of her boots, sharp like stilettos in the light. There was something stylish about the clothes that I could see and otherworldly. Her pants weren’t jeans, but they had an odd sheen to them that I couldn’t place. Maybe they were leather, but that didn’t seem right. I didn’t smell anything in the air. I couldn’t smell anything. A little alarm went off at the back of my mind, but I didn’t know what it meant. “Are you the reason the caves won’t move?” Francium asked. She chuckled. “Among other things. You should n