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The air in the was thick with the smell of ozone and sulfur. Jesse Rentier adjusted his heavy gauntlet, the metal humming with unstable electrical energy. He wasn’t a man of many words, but the sight of his father, William Rentier , wasting away after the attack on the Rentier Institute, said enough.

Jesse grunted, grabbing his rifle. Beside him, his loyal partner checked the cylinder of his revolver. "Smoke and mirrors, kid," Edgar muttered. "That's all these leeches are. They hide in the shadows until you shine a bright enough light on 'em." Evil.West-Chronos.part07.rar

"Part seven of the plan," Jesse thought, smashing a creature’s skull into the mud. "Keep punching until there's nothing left to punch back." The air in the was thick with the smell of ozone and sulfur