Kael exhaled, a grin breaking his stubbled face. "Elara. Welcome back to the land of the living."
The rain in Neo-Veridia didn’t wash things clean; it just made the grime slicker. It coated the neon signs in a hazy blur and drummed a relentless, rhythmic tat-tat-tat against the frosted glass of Kael’s workshop. dldss447 extra quality