Chapter 83: The Abyss Beneath the Truth

The trap was set in a disused warehouse in the industrial district, a place that smelled of rust and forgotten ambitions. Oliver Thorne had procured it on short notice, a cavernous shell of corrugated steel and cracked concrete that offered a hundred shadowed corners from which to observe. For Magnus, however, no shadows were necessary. He stood in the center of the vast, empty floor, bathed in the cold, pale light filtering through the grimy skylights, a lone figure exuding an aura of absolute...