C26 Moving Forward

"A celebration?" Maya whispered, her voice barely a tremor. "What kind of celebration?"

Clara finally tore her gaze away from the fire, her steely gray eyes flickering across each of their faces. "Cross plans to unveil a new weapon – a weapon of unprecedented power, he claims." A humorless scoff escaped her lips. "A celebration of destruction, more likely."

A wave of dread washed over Maya