The Circle of Chains was an organization of monsters. I knew that beyond any shadow of a doubt. It had beat, whipped, and tortured that into my very soul. But this…this was beyond anything I could have imagined, an atrocity so dark it equaled, if not eclipsed, the agony of my own suffering.
When we entered the city, I'd witnessed with my own eyes the scale of the curse placed upon the Last Light Company. Every soldier wearing their armor and insignia had been under the influence of a primitive Heart Crest, only slightly more advanced than what we faced in Heartland. But it was another thing entirely to have the full weight and depth of the curse confirmed by Joel.
