Chapter 103: Honesty and the Response of Heaven's Laws

The city slept, unaware of the surgeon operating on its soul. To the mundane eye, Maxwell Hewetson was a phantom. A flicker in a security camera's feed, a sudden gust of wind in a deserted alleyway, a shadow that detached itself from other shadows. He moved with an efficiency that bordered on teleportation, appearing at seemingly random locations across the sprawling metropolis: the pinnacle of the city's tallest skyscraper, the damp heart of its oldest subway tunnel, the tranquil center of...