CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Terrified?” said Nova, a wicked grin crossing his elderly features. “You should be because all enemies of the Dread God should fear him and his loyal followers.”
“You’re not serious about the timer, are you?” said Bolt.
Nova nodded. The timer showed nine and a half minutes left. “I am perfectly serious, human. Using my victim’s credentials, I was able to wrest control over the station’s emergency protocols. In less than ten minutes, the airlocks will open and all of the air will be sucked out of the station, as well as any IEA agents unfortunate enough to be near the airlocks when they open. Then everyone will die because, without air, humans cannot survive.”
“But you’ll die, too,” said Bolt. “I know from experience that Darzens take on the weaknesses of their hosts
