The Central Plaza was a graveyard of smoking metal and black dust. The red glow from Xin’s armor bathed the ruins in a color like dried blood. He stood in the center of the destruction, his chest heaving, his eyes fixed on the darkness of the North District.
He didn't look at Jackson’s body. He didn't look at Han’s bleeding leg. He only looked for the next thing to kill.
"Xin! Stand down!" Han yelled, his voice cracking. He tried to limp toward the boy, but the heat coming off the red armor was like standing next to a furnace. "It’s over! They’re gone!"
Xin’s head snapped toward Han. For a terrifying second, the red blades on his forearms hummed, ready to strike.
"Captain, get back!" Mei screamed, running from the Spire's control hub. She was holding a small, glowing device—a modif
