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Chapter 95: The Amethyst Horizon

Auteur: KING TEEMHY
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The air over the Detroit "Threshold" was no longer a battleground of competing gases. The introduction of the Sovereign-Seeds had acted as a "Biological Buffer," creating a localized atmosphere that was both self-sustaining and compatible with the global Sombra-Net. This was the "Amethyst Era," named for the soft, lavender light that now emanated from the hybrid fields—a color that represented the "Third Integration."

Avery Vane-Thorne sat on the porch of a reclaimed farmhouse, watching the fir
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