“Judge if you want, we are all going to die,” Flint glared at the surrounding crowd, a fire blazing in his eyes. “I intend to deserve it.”
Flint turned from the crowd, the people he’d grown up with, and the only home he’d ever known. The Empire was coming for them tonight. They had attacked the neighbouring town the night before. The plums of smoke and a red tinge could still be seen along the horizon. Elimprium, was no more and Clamerance would be next. Those who weren’t killed on the spot would be taken to the factories below the surface, where they’d be forced to work until death. The lucky few would be brought to the capital as domestic servants, but that rarely happened. They were all going to die and Flint knew the best way to go out.