Hayman awoke to find he didn't have an ounce of strength. At the same time, every muscle in his body stung with pain.
His memories came flooding back. He was in the clutches of that mutant named Jack.
He knew it wasn't the Steel Brotherhood because he'd taken in his surroundings.
"So, how do you feel?" Qi Suian noticed Hayman was awake and leaned closer. "This is a suppression agent I specifically formulated to target mutants, pure-bloods, and your kind—the Corpse Eaters."
"The weakness must be the agent's main effect," Hayman said calmly. "But I'm not sure if the stinging pain in every inch of my body is also part of its design."
He had, after all, once been an Elder of the Holy Angel Sanctuary, a Level 1 Sanctuary, and was now a Cardinal of the Corpse Eaters. An emotional breakdown or hysteria was simply beneath him.
He'd faced death more than once. Naturally, he was rock-steady.
