Page 134 of The Gathering
Nidev put another sheet up. “The most important thing we learned with the recent coin is how their powers are interlocked. Power moves down from the Hollow King, through the Generals, into the Dead Kings, then into the human vessels. When the vessel dies, the power returns up the same chain carrying the death with it. Fear, pain, rage, blood memory, final breath. Every return makes the power stronger.”
Murmurs of fury and shock moved through his men as these fatal dots connected with the ugly truth. Bishop stood and his chair crashed to the floor and every one of his twelve stood with him. Silence choked the room as Bishop stared at the King responsible for the refugees that were killed and his best friend being in a coma.
All for his fuckinglust.
Bishop shoved the table out of his way and every person came out of their chairs. Bishop stormed toward Nidev and his men formed a shield of fists around him while he calculated the blood he owed for his selfish sins. His system used the eye for an eye measurement, and the sum was way fucking more than Nidev could pay.
Bishop’s rage locked on his face—ground zero for debt collection. The King headed right toward him as Bishop raced through his moral codes for every form of extraction allowed. He used his upgraded speed and took the King to the floor faster than his eye could calculate. Rapid debt collection began, hisfists harvesting blood, skin and bone before the King could even find the fight.
Bodies came at him from every side, but his Twelve were right there, ripping them off as he exacted their vengeance. Their roars fueled his adrenaline and the rest of the noise drowned in his rage.
“Bishop!” his wife screamed, her power slamming into his bloody fist inches from Nidev’s face. “Samuel’s awake!”
NOT THE END!
OBVIOUSLY!
