Chapter 80 No More Secrets

• The scent of gunpowder still clung to the air, thick and suffocating. Smoke curled from the wreckage, curling around the bodies that littered the ground like discarded chess pieces. The battle was over. The war had been won. But the cost?
• Ethan barely felt the pain radiating through his body as he staggered forward, his gun hanging limply in his grip. His breath came in short, sharp bursts, his chest rising and falling too fast. His suit was torn, bloodstained, some his own, most not. He barely noticed. His only thought was her.
• “Clara.”