Chapter 11 A Trip Down Memory Lane

• A Trip Down Memory Lane
• There they stood, in Argent’s weapon room—a shrine to destruction. Every inch of the cold, steel walls was lined with weapons of every kind: raw, infused, enchanted, Core-based. The dim light flickered off the blades and barrels, casting jagged shadows across the room.
• Argent emerged from a corner, tossing a gas mask into Hound’s hands. “This cost me a fortune, love. If you waste it, you buy it. Deep breaths—focus,” she instructed, slipping on her own sleek mask.