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CHAPTER 168: The Trap
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POV: Guller The truth was a knife. And to save them, Guller had to twist it.He stood before the holographic table, his hands gripping the metal edge until his knuckles turned the color of old bone.A headache pulsed behind his left eye—a rhythmic, sharp throb that synced with the red light bleeding in from the balcony. The Blood Moon hung low in the sky outside, a bruised and swollen eye staring down at the city they had just finished saving."Say it, Guller."Neoma’s voice was quiet, but it cut through the hum of the projectors. She sat at the head of the table, her skin pale, the violet in her eyes dim. She was exhausted. They all were. The war with Nergal had ended only weeks ago, and the smell of ozone and dried blood still seemed to cling to the air recyclers.Guller swallowed. His throat felt lined with sandpaper. He looked at them—his pack. Barzil, standing like a statue at Neoma's right, hand resting on the pommel of a sword he no longer needed to use. Wolfy, tapping a rhyth
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POV: NeomaThe decision to spare a life occupied a measurable space in my gut—dense and unyielding. I sat at the head of the obsidian table in the open-air Judgment Hall. I ran my thumb over the silver wolf pin on my jumpsuit. The metal was cold and abrasive.The sun was at its peak. Heat radiated from the white dust of the ruins, but the air beneath the stone arches remained stagnant and cool."Next," I said.My throat felt dry. I swallowed to clear the constriction.Ishara stepped forward.The former High Commander lacked her golden armor. She wore a dark blue tunic. She did not initiate a kneel.She stood at attention, her helmet tucked under her arm. Her grey eyes tracked mine. My skin prickled—a pass-over of heat and cold."You aided the enemy," Barzil read from the ledger.His voice was a subsonic rumble. I felt the frequency in my chest. It lacked the warmth he usually directed toward me."You commanded the fleet that dropped munitions on the refugee sector.""I did," Ishara co
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