Jack stood on a pile of rubble and watched Kraxus shuffle into the depths as the sun rose over the Western Sea. The Destroyer was clearly wounded and tired, and Jack had an inkling of how it must feel. He wished the monster-god a long, long . . . long vacation.
“You don’t build a plane when all you need is a bicycle.”
Jack turned. “What?”
A white-bearded m…
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