Harley had spent his entire life running from two things: the terror of being the weakest, and the quiet dread of being merely average. He refused to let his existence collapse into either of these conditions.
But what to do?
No matter how much a person prepared to rise, if an opportunity doesn't present itself, one would simply become stuck.
Yeah, some luck is involved, but Harley didn't get into this trial with luck. He knew that this trial was meant to kill him, so he pushed forward all the way here, for a dream of a distant peaceful sky.
When the Harvest selected him for the trial, he made a single vow—he would not die as fodder for someone else's ambition. He would survive. He would become someone worth remembering.
But survival had never looked like this.
Standing on the Island of Bones, surrounded by an endless sea of monstrous remains and creatures that defied counting, Harley watched in frozen horror as Vernox transformed into something inhuman.
BOOM!
