Chapter 280
Han moved away from the battlefield where he'd just fought Madi. The ground behind him would never be the same.... torn, ripped, a landscape of bruised earth and broken stone. As he walked, familiar faces emerged from the smoke, limping toward the cursed base.
"Isn't that the Fire God?" Little One mouthed as Han landed before them.
Han's face twitched. The nickname had been funny once. Now it was just a nuisance. He'd rather be called by his name. Still, he calmed himself quickly.... that was easy for him. He scanned the group. They were battered. Not good. They'd been through hell.
Ronan pushed through the muck to meet him and filled Han in on the situation. Relief loosened something in Han: Aiden and Clara were alive. When he'd been fighting Madi he'd had a bad premonition.... one of them might die. Knowing they lived eased the knot in his chest.
"You mean that guy from the Tournament of Power is on this island?" Han asked, eyebrow arching.
