Chapter 93: The Astral Gate
The heavy tension in the ruined street refused to dissipate.
Aegon Logcheville had lowered his spear, and the remaining holdouts had agreed to hear Draven out.
But loyalty was not bought with a single threat. It had to be earned with answers.
Bram Stonehelm unbuckled his massive tower shield, letting it hit the muddy concrete with a heavy THUD.
He crossed his thick arms, his brow deeply furrowed.
"You say you want us to join the Embracing Hands," Bram rumbled, his voice low and suspicious.
"The Vanguard paints your organization as a rogue element. They say you operate in the dark. Before I pledge my shield to anyone, I need to know what you do in the dark. Do we have to murder innocents? Do you sacrifice people like the Cult to gain this 'power' you promised?"
Draven looked at the giant boy. He didn't take offense. It was a valid question for a Vanguard cadet.
