“Drifter,” That name cut through Dynamo’s idle thoughts all too well. The way the hidden king seemed to purr out the last letter of the title made–well, didn’t make Dynamo’s skin crawl, but would have, if Dynamo had skin. “You joined for a slaughter, but that does not mean that I will deny you a gift in turn. What would you ask of the Hidden King?”
Refresher












