Chapter 215: Did a Monkey Send This Clown?

When Travis Jauncy insisted on asking for the Sparnan Sect's address, Atlas fell silent again. Yet the hope that he might finally cure his internal injuries stirred him just the same. He had lived with the damage for five or six years. Every one of those years was torture. It wouldn't kill him, but living felt worse than dying. Not that he feared death; if not for his young grandson, he might have welcomed it. Travis seemed to read the struggle in his eyes, but didn't press him. Beside them, Evan...