The Vanguard Falls Flare is Tamed
“You sure this is gonna work?” Damon asked, nodding down toward the syringe hovering over his forearm. The tip of the needle glistened with a tiny bead of the neon glowing, chemical-cocktail about to be pumped into his veins. Daedalus’s thin, pale lips cracked into an inverted-triangle, exposing the sharp, yellow teeth behind them. Angling a black caterpillar brow over his mirrored, laboratory goggles, he sniggered and said, “You are the first subject, so I suppose we shall see.” Damon...