Chapter 84

The searing agony that had defined Lucas's existence for the last several days was finally beginning to dull. Pain meant he was still alive. If he could feel the raw, tender nerves screaming beneath his skin, it meant death was not his destiny. He was chosen. His body had refused to die even when the metal of his own armor had turned into a furnace, cooking him from the inside out. He remembered the sensation of his skin cauterizing against the inner plates, the blood in his veins reaching...