The sounds of combat drew closer, and Vania's grip on the vial tightened. She may not know what it would do to her, but the chance of finding out grew with each passing moment.
Vania could see more of the monstrosities pouring through the corridors.
"Commander, we're receiving reports of a gas being deployed in the outer compound," another Enforcer said. "Everyone caught in it... they're melting, ma'am. Just dissolving where they stand."
Amber Joyce. It had to be. Not only was she Romano's personal attack dog, but she was also his girlfriend, or whatever she was called. Everyone knew Erik had three companions, among whom was Amber Joyce, so it wasn't surprising she was on Mur with him.
Vania had read the reports about her feats in Fasard—entire squadrons were reduced to liquid within minutes.
But it wasn't just that; Amber Joyce, the daughter of one of their most troublesome enemies, was also a brilliant tactician.
