Chapter 221: The Duke's Fury

The air in the Black Ice headquarters was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid scent of gunpowder. Bodies of Polar Fox mercenaries lay strewn across the floor, their high-tech gear now nothing more than scrap metal adorning corpses. In the center of the carnage, Otto Nicholson stood untouched, his expression as placid as a frozen lake. His simple clothes were immaculate, a stark contrast to the surrounding chaos. Valtr and the surviving members of Black Ice stood at a respectful...