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Chapter 107: The Ascendant Note

作者: Sammy Miracle
last update 公開日: 2026-02-16 04:10:17

Moments later,

The interior of the St. Louis Hive had transformed into a vertical hurricane of Aetheric pressure.

With Elias Vaughn’s sacrifice creating a momentary "Tidal Lock" on the Seven Elders, the path to the Symphony Conduit’s apex was open, but it was far from stable. The massive crystalline tower, three hundred feet of vibrating "Artificial Aetherite," hummed with a resonance that threatened to liquefy the marrow in human bones.

Above them, the New Year’s Eve countdown flickered in th
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