Chapter 26 The End Of The Beginning

• At Binge’s lair, the dream began. Once a core of Rivermirror’s hope, it had grown dark and foreboding. Binge—a man who once ended city-wide hunger and fought for peace—had achieved greatness, but at a cost few would dare to pay.
• The large table, sculpted in the shape of Rivermirror’s map, was where the remnants of the elites gathered. Around it, a fractured council sat, each burdened by their own shadows:
• Binge: With stress plucking his hair one by one and his skin tainted green from the relay core’s toxic exposure, he looked twice his age. The foul smell of death emanated from him, unmistakable and suffocating.