LOGINThe Cathedral of St. Jude was bathed in a light so pure it felt like a judgment. Today was the day of the Royal Investiture, the moment Leo Draven would officially become the Protector of the Realm. Thousands gathered outside, their cheers muffled by the thick, ancient stone walls, while the high
The weeks following the "Great Glitch"—as the official palace records called it—were the most delicate in the history of the realm. While the public celebrated a swift recovery of the kingdom’s infrastructure, the Draven estate became a high-security sanctuary for a population that didn't officially
The North Wing of the palace was a place of soft carpets and muted sunlight, designed to be a sanctuary for the future of the realm. But as the Dravens sprinted through the gilded corridors, it felt like a labyrinth of ice. The silence here was worse than the screaming of the machines in the High Co
The High Court chamber, usually a sanctuary of measured speech and ancient law, became a slaughterhouse of chrome and code. The grey smoke was so thick that the only things visible were the glowing blue optics of the Twelve Judges. "Lucien, get down!" Kaiser’s voice boomed over the hiss of the gren
The surface of the harbor was a churning cauldron of black grease and freezing foam. Kaiser, Izora, and Caspian collapsed onto the swaying deck of the salvage barge, the massive crane still groaning under the tension of the warehouse roof it had just ripped away. "Leo!" Izora scrambled to the edge
Benedict paused by the tall window, the rain casting streaks across his reflection. He stared at himself, at the monster he had willingly become, and smiled. Monsters did not regret. Monsters survived. Let her mother protect her now, he thought, a sneer tugging at his lips. Let her husband shield
The fire crackled in the hearth, snapping like bones breaking. Outside, the rain picked up again, tapping against the windows in a steady rhythm like a warning drum. Unity didn’t move. Her gun was still loosely at her side, but her jaw was tight, eyes burning holes into Benedict Eryx. He sat there
Unity’s stomach twisted. Even before she saw the lazy grin. Before she heard that boyish voice that never matched the horrors behind it. Otis. “You know,” he called, cheerfully brushing dust off his sleeves, “you two aren’t very subtle.” The man beside Unity tensed instantly. Otis stroll
The library was musty, full of old books and dark paneling, but when Izora walked into it the air was sharp with calm, nervous fear. She donned a cream long-term sleeved shirt tugged into a high-waisted creased skirt which underlined her hips. Her hair was like silk and fell over onto her shoulder.
Despite the brilliance of the day outside, the interior of the estate felt removed from sunlight, as if it were in a different realm. Izora sat on the edge of the elongated velvet chair in the corner of the study, her ankles crossed and hands precisely positioned on her lap. The cream silk robe beq

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