The massive shelter sprawled before them, rivaling the military academy they'd left behind in size. Like the ancient towns of Earth's past, it stretched across the landscape – though unlike those settlements, there were no towering skyscrapers piercing the sky. The tallest structure was the three-story military building at its center, its utilitarian design a stark contrast to the surrounding architecture.
William adjusted the bow slung across his shoulder, his fingers unconsciously brushing against the fletching of the arrows in his quiver. His eyes constantly scanned the crowds, searching for any sign of movement that seemed out of place, anyone wearing a hoodie or covering their face, even anyone eyeing them for too long. The heretics had tried to kill him at the military academy before where the security was tight; he wouldn't put it past them to send an assassin even here, on another planet, where the security wasn't that much and his death could be easily blamed on the beasts.
