408 King

Creaking noises resounded in the small house. The ceiling bent in multiple spots due to its new holes. The whole metal surface seemed on the verge of falling apart, but it somehow remained in its place.

The rest of the room wasn't better off. Two big holes had opened on a wall, granting a view of the lower part of the Tors' district. The various tubes had also turned into a broken mess, but a failsafe had prevented leaks.

The clash with the cloud had trashed the small lab. Fixing the tubes seemed impossible. A proper replacement appeared mandatory, and Khan didn't know how expensive that would be. He only hoped that the Tors would face the matter reasonably.

The damage wasn't even the main issue. Khan had worse problems to worry about, starting with his arms. The prolonged contact with the violent chaos had turned them into a bleeding mess, even if the [Blood Shield] had saved him from harsher injuries.