CHAPTER THIRTY
Elsewhere, far from Golden City …
Mirar groaned. Never in his whole life had he ever been in the pain he was in now. The closest he had ever come to experiencing such pain before was when he was first grafted to his Zero Armor. The grafting process—of fusing flesh to metal—had been the most horrendous pain of his life, even if it had lasted only five minutes. He had been quite sure that he would die during the process, but he survived and came out stronger than ever.
From pain, strength, Mirar thought, lying on the lumpy mattress in the abandoned house in the middle of nowhere, and from strength, conquest.
That was the motto of the Order of the Zero Knights. It was drilled into the heads of every Squire and made into holy writ for every Knight. It was a statement of abso
