Chapter 67: The Weight of the Bastions
The heavy, pulsing array core sat in the center of the obsidian table. Its sickening red light cast long, eerie shadows across the faces of the most powerful people in Bastion Seven.
For a long moment, the only sound in the war room was the low, corrupted hum radiating from the stone.
The Lord Commander leaned back in his massive chair. He interlaced his thick fingers, his silver eyes completely locked onto the battery. He did not look angry. He looked like a man who had just had his worst nightmares confirmed.
"Do you kids know the true history of the Great Walls?" the Commander asked, his booming voice dropping into a solemn, heavy register.
Aegon gripped his spear. "They were built to keep the monsters out after the Cataclysm."
"That is the textbook answer," the Commander corrected softly.
