Chapter 199 In His Embrace
- Those balls of green, glimmering mirrored the burning station and his only fist was tightened.
- A few inches from the flames, he stood, eyes fixated, nostrils slightly inhaling the toxic air yet faced a masterpiece of blankness.
- Under the joint illumination of the flames, and rising sun, his face, adorned with scars stood out. So did his left arm, void of any arm.