ANMELDENPOV: GullerLies were the mortar holding the Obsidian Citadel together.Viggo had broken the stone foundation of the Outer Wall with his hands. He had shattered the physical barrier. But the Inner Wall was constructed from seamless Barzil-steel. It was reinforced by three centuries of dogma. The soldiers on those ramparts didn’t fight for currency. They fought because their heart rates synchronized with a lie.They believed they were the Chosen. They believed the Lugal was the biological savior who had guided their species through the planetary fracture.To break the wall, I didn't need a kinetic impact. I needed to project visual data."Guller," Neoma said.She stepped up beside me on the rubble of the Market Terrace fountain. Her boots scraped against the shattered marble. The sound was dry and gritty.She looked at the towering black wall. Violet energy fields crackled along its surface. The high-pitched electronic hum made my teeth ache. Automated turrets whirred—a rhythmic, mecha
Threats were cheap. Doors were expensive.Especially doors constructed from ten feet of adamantium-reinforced stone, protected by a Class 5 energy shield. The field emitted a high-pitched, electronic shriek as it fizzled and popped in the twilight air. The static made the hair on my arms stand up, a constant, irritating buzzing against my skin.I stood at the front of the trench. The grit of the Bone Wastes was abrasive against my raw knuckles. The heat of the day was receding. My sweat-dampened shirt grew cold against my back, sending a shiver through my spine, but the metabolic fire in my blood kept my core temperature high.On the ramparts above, the hologram flickered. The blue light cast a sickly, translucent glow over the red sand.Nergal stood there. He was a small, white-robed figure against the obsidian stone. Next to him, a line of kneeling Nulls waited. Their heartbeats were frantic, a chaotic drumming I could almost feel through the ground."Time is a resource, Asset," Ner
POV: NeomaI stood on the hood of the command crawler. My thighs locked. My boots dug into the reinforced metal grill. I raised my hands toward the smoke-choked sky, and my shoulders burned with the effort of holding the invisible weight.The world compressed. A pressure wave slammed into the shield, the blunt force traveling through the air and hitting my chest so hard I couldn't inhale. The roar was deep and subsonic, vibrating in my bones before my ears registered the auditory trauma.The Void shield flared black. It drank the kinetic energy of the explosion. I felt the surge as heat radiating from the invisible barrier, scorching the fine hairs on my arms."Another one," I gritted out.My jaw clenched until my teeth ached. My back muscles spasmed, pulling tight against my spine.The ground buckled. The vibration traveled up through the crawler's suspension and settled in my jaw, rattling my molars. The sound was sharp and rhythmic, followed by a sensory layer of ozone that coated
POV: BarzilA column of pale, dust-covered figures marched against a fortress of iron.From the ridges of the Bone Wastes, we were a line of steel and grit extending three miles. The white sand shifted under fifteen thousand pairs of boots, creating a low-frequency rumble that traveled through the bedrock and into my marrow.The air was thick with the scent of unrefined fuel and the metallic tang of kinetic rifles. Rogues in scavenged leather sat atop rusted water tankers, their muscles tensed for the coming impact. Nulls in grey rags kept a rhythmic, heavy pace alongside defected Highbloods whose torn silk robes were stained with salt-sweat. They carried lengths of rebar and Barzil-scrap weapons that hummed with an unstable, electronic heat.I stood in the gunner’s hatch of the lead command vehicle—a heavy, six-wheeled crawler. The vibration of the engine traveled through the deck plates, rattling my teeth and settling as a dull ache in my knees."It is a mess," I rumbled.My voice w
POV: WolfyChaos was raw data. Order was the algorithm.I stood atop a pile of shattered marble. It had once been the portico of a Highblood villa, but now it was a jagged heap of white stone and dust. I surveyed the sprawling equation of our new society. Below me, the crash site of the Apex was a hive of activity. Unlike the panic of the fall, this movement had a pattern.It had a spreadsheet.My head throbbed. The weight of responsibility pressed into my skull, a dull ache behind my eyes. I adjusted my glasses. One lens was cracked, the fracture distorting the scrolling data on my datapad."Group 4!" I shouted.I used a megaphone. The metal was cold and heavy in my hand. The trigger had mechanical resistance."Your efficiency is dropping below 60%. If you do not clear that rubble by 1400 hours, you forfeit your evening ration credits."Group 4 was a collection of former Onyx Guards and noble scions. Their silk robes were shredded, exposing skin reddened by the desert sun. They glare
POV: ViggoA wolf knows when to bite. A queen knows when to bark. And a fool pulls a gun on a god.The safety catch on Kaine’s pistol disengaged. The sound was a sharp, dry metallic snap—a final, mechanical defeat that resonated through the still air of the plaza. The vibration traveled across the space, hitting my eardrums with a stinging pressure.In an instant, the Red flared in my chest. It was a hot, demanding pressure that forced my heart to accelerate into a violent, erratic rhythm. Each beat felt like a blunt fist pounding against my ribcage. My skin felt too tight, a crawling sensation of heat and adrenaline spreading from my solar plexus to my fingertips.He was threatening my mate. He was aiming kinetic lead at the heart of the Pack.I didn't think. My muscles acted on a biological imperative. I lunged forward, my quads bunching and burning with a sudden surge of lactic acid. My claws extended from my nail beds—a sharp, stinging protrusion that made my fingertips ache. I in







