Rising from the bath an hour later, Zane stepped onto the heated marble looking completely different.
The gaunt, starving predator of the lower levels had been washed away, revealing the heavily muscled, terrifyingly calm physique of a highly efficient killing machine.
In an adjacent dressing room, a Master Tailor awaited him, summoned directly from the Spire’s most exclusive commercial district.
“Lady Vespera specified durability coupled with immaculate high-society aesthetics, my Lord,” the tailor murmured.
His measuring tape whipped around Zane’s broad shoulders with practised speed.
The tailor presented a three-piece suit cut from midnight-blue fabric, explaining the engineering behind the garment.
The material was interwoven with a microscopic mesh of carbon-nanotubes, offeri
