Powerhouse Carries On, Part One
Continued from Powerhouse v. Nightlord The kind eyes of Reverend Jones stared up from his obituary photo. Power-house’s lower lip wobbled. “I failed.” Zolgron perched on a black boulder, his back to the waterfall churning purple under thick storm clouds. “Nonsense, you handled the greater risk.” “But I promised to protect Reverend Jones. And now…