The stealth jet hummed through the night sky.
Several hours had passed since the fall of Eagle Peak. With Commander Zahn dead and his remaining soldiers in custody, the team had finally left the northern frontier behind. Their next destination was the Capital, where they were supposed to rest and prepare for the final mission.
But Holden had other plans.
Inside the jet's small bathroom, he stood before the sink, washing the last traces of blood and dirt from his hands. The water turned pink before running clear, carrying away what remained of his fight with Zahn.
He raised his head and looked into the mirror.
A long crack ran across the glass, splitting his reflection into several uneven pieces. It had been there since his earlier breakthrough to Rank 3, 7-Star, when the pressure from his cultivation had damaged the mirror.
He still hadn't bothered to replace it.
