Chapter 150 - 150: Auditing the Nobility

Kian Voss led his squad on a frantic retreat. The sound of their previous firefight had acted like a dinner bell for the Pox-horde.

From the lightless corridors of the Spire, wet, bubbly laughter and the heavy, rhythmic thud of thousands of misshapen feet echoed. The street was becoming a hunting ground.

The survivor from the hab-block—the man in the black suit—ran with the desperation of the damned. He didn't look back; he simply sprinted, his expensive boots skidding on the marble, eventually catching up to the rear of the Voss Guard.

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