War Under Glass, Part One
Continued from Stranded Pain coursed through the Sword, his body throbbing from head to toe. Riding on his blade 15,000 feet up, his hand instinctively cradled the bronze age helmet contrasting nicely against his black Tonksium-Kevlar jumpsuit. He’d slammed into what felt like a booby-trapped glass ceiling of some sort. Perhaps he shouldn’t have forced…
