Chapter 162: The Intel Exchange
The Lord Commander's private quarters at the top of the central Vanguard tower smelled of heavy amber alcohol and expensive cigar smoke.
It was a stark contrast to the blood and shattered concrete of the plaza below. The Eclipse Hunters had finally allowed themselves a moment to breathe.
The adrenaline of fighting a Level 200 anomaly and a mutated bone beast was fading, leaving behind a deep, aching exhaustion in their bones.
Reina sat on a velvet sofa, quietly applying medical bandages to the frostburns on her arms.
Bram leaned against the reinforced steel wall, his massive frame taking up a quarter of the room as he closed his eyes.
Aegon stood near the doorway, meticulously wiping the dark, corrupted blood from the blade of his spear.
Draven Mordis stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass window. He looked out over Bastion Six.
