Chapter 290

Elodie’s POV

The sky was no longer a canopy of stars; it was a hungry, blinking grid of red and white. The heavy-lift transports of the Fourth Division descended like prehistoric raptors, their thrusters scorching the ancient pines and kicking up a whirlwind of ash and needles. The violet dome pulsed over the Estate, a digital fever that turned the very air into a thick, suffocating syrup.

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