Chapter 1585 Frost’s Choice
- As Thunderbreaker, an earth-immortal, spoke, he really did spit blood, risking it all. The lightning around him flared brighter and clamped onto Michael Shephard’s palm like a suction cup, locking him in place.
- “Do it, now!” Thunderbreaker bellowed.
- In the heart of the storm, Michael just watched, cold and calm.