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Chapter 154: The Abyssal Bullet

Author: Nova Thorne
last update publish date: 2026-06-26 18:01:35

BOOK FIVE: THE LUNAR ECLIPSE

(Jace’s Perspective)

If you want to cut through solid steel, you don't use a hammer. You use water. You compress it, you focus it into a microscopic point, and you fire it at a high enough velocity. Under absolute pressure, water doesn't just flow; it acts as an indestructible blade.

I stared at the broken charcoal on my drafting table.

"It's not coming over the coastal wall," I said, my voice dropping to a rapid, calculating whisper. "The gravity shield repels mass
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