Chapter 84: The Kirin's Wrath, The Hour of Judgment

The Greyhove port was a graveyard of industry. Rusted cranes clawed at a starless sky, their skeletal forms silhouetted against the faint, distant glow of the city. The air hung thick and heavy with the ghosts of brine, diesel, and decay. In the heart of this desolation, within the skeletal remains of a vast warehouse, the final trap had been set. General Marcus Thorne stood on a raised gantry, his immaculate uniform a stark contrast to the surrounding filth. His face, a mask of aristocratic...