Chapter 84: The Astral Summit
The pristine, sterile scent of the Bastion Central Hospital was a stark contrast to the mud of Sector 4B.
Patriarch Vance Hennessey stood rigidly outside the emergency surgical theater.
His gray hair was slicked back, and his dented armor had been replaced by a formal, albeit rumpled, noble coat.
He watched through the thick observation glass as the finest Vanguard medical mages worked tirelessly to stabilize the flickering holy aura of his son.
Neville was alive.
The medics had assured him the boy would make a full recovery.
Hennessey pressed his scarred hand against the cold glass.
The overwhelming grief that had consumed him for the past week was gone, replaced by a cold, heavy realization.
He had his son back, but he had sold his soul to a syndicate to get him.
He reached into his pocket.
His fingers brushed against the crisp black card the masked man had left on his nightstand.
The Hands embrace the dark.
Sector 4B. Slum Alley 9.
