Jioni’s confidence rose with a pocket full of crystals and the wooden plank in hand. The wall tower was now within view but still a journey ahead—it was long, grey, and sturdy—thirty feet tall, separating City Two from the wasteland outside.
Jioni squinted her eyes to see if she could see Derrin. He was there at the top. His sunglasses reflected off the flickering lamp lights nearby. There he stood still, statue still. His boredom evident from this far a distance. He guarded that section of the north tower alone, and the wall stretched for at least a mile.
