Chapter 182: The Human Sector Breach
The morning light crept slowly over the stone peaks of Thaldrasil. The twenty-four hour countdown had officially expired.
The Captain stood in the deep shadows of an alleyway bordering the human diplomatic sector. He leaned his shoulder heavily against a damp brick wall.
He tasted bitter copper in the back of his throat. The middle-aged human host body was falling apart. His ribs groaned with every single breath he took.
He closed his eyes and focused his mind. He pushed a microscopic wave of kinetic force directly into his own chest.
[Cellular Suture]
He forced his failing lungs to inflate properly. He bound the micro-tears in his muscle tissue with invisible pressure. It was a temporary, agonizing bandage. He just needed this fragile container to survive for one more hour.
Nyx, Lucien, Cole, and Bram stood around him in the dim alleyway. They wore their dark Vanguard uniforms.
