“Free at last!” He even did some ridiculous fist pumping in the air and a little dance. The warehouse that functioned as a morning market during the day was fortunately empty and quiet at this time of the night, so no one could see his elation. Despite his misgivings, Heath took once last look at the office he’d work at for several years. Havoc’s Crew was one of the best freelance magical demolition outfits in Lyon City, but it sat in a shitty location above the warehouse of a morning market near the city slums. Still, the dingy little office had been his home for as long as Heath remembered. “I did the right thing.” His words sounded uncertain in his own ears. Havoc, a powerful Elementalist, a wizard who excelled in mastering the four elements, had picked Heath up during his travels when he was fifteen. It was apparently one of Havoc’s hobbies, picking up talented orphans. Havoc had picked up his adoptive sons Blaze, Gale, and Heath’s master, Volt, a few years earlier and raised them as his own.
