I dropped Chaser’s corpse onto his chair. He fell back onto it almost perfectly, sitting as close to upright as he could get, with his head lolling to the right. Indeed, if I hadn’t known any better, I would have assumed he was still alive, just maybe taking a nap in an awkward position or something. Then again, who takes naps with their eyes open?
Shaking my head, I just breathed a deep sigh of relief and rubbed my forehead. It took me a moment to realize it, but it was over. All of it. Chaser was dead. Without the Superior to lead it, Icon would eventually collapse on its own. But more importantly, without Chaser, that meant there was no one to control the Atlas Armor, which meant that Grandfather was finally free of his control. It meant that Grandfather would be able to come home with
