Chapter 455: Airborne Descent

Under a sky of pure black, a helicopter screamed across the border into Jesburgh. On the aircraft stood a broad-shouldered old man. His hair, streaked with white, whipped in the wind. Below him, a city blazed with lights, but his eyes carried a cold, murderous chill as he stared down at it. "Eight years," he said. "At last… I'm back." His voice rang out, and he stood there like a mountain that could not be moved. … "Listen! A helicopter!" "Is Orion Webberlye back?" At Webberlye Ancestral...