"You're the one they've been talking about," the figure said, its voice low and gravelly. "The one with the broken dreams and the burning desire to see them fulfilled."
The figure pushed back its hood, revealing a face that was both familiar and yet, utterly alien. It was a face that Lena had seen in her dreams, a face that seemed to hold the power to both heal and destroy.
THE END OF CHAPTER 15.
In the underbelly of the sprawling metropolis known as New Elysium, there existed a district so forsaken, so tainted by the despair of its inhabitants, that it had come to be known as the City of Broken Dreamers. This was not an official designation, but rather a moniker whispered in fear and pity by those who dwelled in the city's brighter, more prosperous areas.
"You're the one they've been talking about," the figure said, its voice low and gravelly. "The one with the broken dreams and the burning desire to see them fulfilled."
The figure pushed back its hood, revealing a face that was both familiar and yet, utterly alien. It was a face that Lena had seen in her dreams, a face that seemed to hold the power to both heal and destroy.
THE END OF CHAPTER 15.
In the underbelly of the sprawling metropolis known as New Elysium, there existed a district so forsaken, so tainted by the despair of its inhabitants, that it had come to be known as the City of Broken Dreamers. This was not an official designation, but rather a moniker whispered in fear and pity by those who dwelled in the city's brighter, more prosperous areas.