Chapter 106
February: 3,389 BC
Earth: Village of Assur
MIKHAIL
Mikhail frowned as he passed through the north gate of the village and saw that the gate had been reduced to splinters. He swooped down to the gatehouse and spoke to the old man who'd appointed himself guardian, even though that hadn't been his job for decades by the wrinkled appearance of his skin.
"What happened here?" Mikhail asked as soon as his feet touched the ground.
"A sky canoe came and shot it with its lightning," the old man said.
"Which ship was it?"
"The white one," the old man said. "It shot the gate open so the white-winged Angelic could escape."
"A white-winged Angelic?"
Mikhail's mind raced. There was only one white-winged Angelic he was aware of, and both the Sata'anic prisoners, and the Chief's own
