Spector Man Mga Nobela at Kwento

Maxwell was the only ally revealed to me. Who is this man? What does he want the spectra for? As the pack members dispersed, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. Well, everywhere looks okay now. We performed a funeral for the deceased not without Sonia trying to force words out of my mouth. Who was this mysterious man once again? Those runes on his face clearly tell that he's a rouge, a rebel... Everything evil lurks around him. What's the significance of the spectra? I knew i had to get to the bottom of this.

The air was thick with the smell of coal smoke and hot oil, a toxic cloud that muffled the musical whispers of the canyon. ​Standing at the base of the spire, illuminated by the rhythmic pulse of a blue energy core, was a man. He wore a long, structured coat of Western silk, but beneath the fabric, I could see the glint of metal. His left arm was a complex arrangement of silver pistons and copper wires, moving with a terrifying, inhuman precision. He was looking up at the salt dome, his head tilted in an attitude of profound concentration. When he turned to face us, my heart stopped. ​It was Silas.