“Cody,” Prof said, turning, “start training the new kid with a tensor. This man, Jonathan Phaedrus, could make it happen.
That was why I had needed to come to the Reckoners. Kill him using a secret weakness that might be hidden in my memory somewhere.Ī fragile half plan indeed. My plan, clever though it had once seemed to me, depended on a lot of speculation. Behind me Steelheart’s transmission ended, and the wall went black. Can you pass that up? Can you really walk away when you’ve got a shot?” It’s the best chance you or anyone will ever have at killing him. “The secret is in my head somewhere, Prof. All you’ve shown is that you have a fragile half of a plan.” “You haven’t said how you’ll kill him,” Prof said to me. It happened again, that moment of understanding. Prof had stood up and was staring at Steelheart. Steelheart turned to look toward the camera, and there was a hint of a smile on his lips.Ī chair scraped behind me and I turned. He wants us to think no one can challenge him.Įarly scholars had wondered if perhaps Epics were some new stage in human development. I took a step forward, walking right up to the wall to study the creature that loomed there. Those were rare commodities in much of the land now.
The flip side was that for those risks, you got to live in a place with electricity, running water, jobs, and food. Living in Newcago brought risks one of them was that Steelheart could decide to execute you and your family without explanation. There was no explanation of why he’d destroyed those buildings, though perhaps a later message would explain the sins-real or perceived-that the inhabitants were guilty of. He looked down at the city, face impassive, red light from beneath limning a strong jaw and contemplative eyes. The camera pulled back and turned to Steelheart again, still in the same half-crouched stance. He fired twice more into a building beside it, starting the innards there aflame as well, walls melting from the enormous power of the energy he threw. Steelheart wanted us to know he was firing on an inhabited structure.Īnother bolt followed, causing the building to lurch, the steel of one side melting and caving inward. The camera zoomed in, making sure to catch sight of them. As the building smoldered, people fled from it. The power hit a building, blasting a hole through the side, sending flames and debris exploding out the opposite windows. Then he pointed and launched a bolt of blazing yellow force into the city. He built it up for a time, until it was shining so brightly the camera couldn’t distinguish anything but the light and the shadow of Steelheart in front of it. The power around his hand wasn’t electricity but raw energy. Yellow-white, to contrast the violent red below. He raised a hand, staring intently at the city beneath him, and the hand started to glow with a wicked power.
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