My eyes were involuntarily drawn to the sky at the thought of Aurora and her promise to return one day. The protective layer she’d placed around the city centuries ago was there, forming the ethereal Dome around the city.

At any other time, it was barely discernible to the eye, but on full moon nights—when most of the city was out hunting, except for the slaves, of course—I would usually find myself gaping up at the fluorescent glow the Dome emitted in response to the moon’s radiating ...