Chapter 625
- Those Shadow Gate members could bend darkness to their will, sure—but against Sullivan, it didn’t give them any edge.
- They kept trying to lace the space around him with shadow traps, but he felt each one coming, like a prickle on the skin, and slipped past with ridiculous speed.
- Sullivan pounced like a tiger, every strike a kill shot, and drove his blade straight through the chest of the nearest Shadow Gate thug.