Chapter 151

Elara's POV

Praise poured over Sivya like rain, yet she did not bask in it. Instead of triumph, sorrow softened her face, her lips trembling as she whispered:

"Please… can we stop playing this broadcast? That fire took lives—so many, even among the human firefighters who fought beside us. Every time I see it, it feels like I'm standing in the ash again. It's not glory to me—it's grief."

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