Chapter 153: The Battle for Jorwick

The sterile, metallic scent of antiseptic did little to mask the coppery tang of blood that clung to Adam’s clothes. A paramedic had done a quick, professional job of stitching and bandaging his shoulder, but the deep, throbbing ache was a constant, grim companion. He ignored it. Pain was just information, and right now, he was processing a deluge of a far more critical kind. He stood in the penthouse command center of the Sky Tower, a location graciously provided by Tigro Shaw. The floor-to-ceiling...