Chapter 55: A New Journey

The night air over Khester was crisp and cool, a stark contrast to the fires of vengeance that had burned through the city mere weeks ago. Luciano Griffith stood on the helipad atop the Starry Group tower, the highest point in the metropolis. Below him, the city sprawled out like a circuit board of shimmering gold and silver, each light a soul, each street a vein. He had bled this city, and now, it was his. The wind tugged at the lapels of his black overcoat, a solitary king surveying his conquered...