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CHAPTER 96: The Rival

Author: Evve
last update publish date: 2026-03-19 21:35:11

POV: Neoma

She walked like she owned the floor.

Not just the floor of the barracks, but the stone beneath it, the air above it, and the very concept of gravity holding us all down.

Commander Ishara didn't march. She glided. Her silver and blue uniform was tailored to a degree of perfection that made my nanoweave suit look like a sack. Her black hair was a sharp, geometric helmet that framed a face carved from ice and arrogance.

She was beautiful. In the way a guillotine is beautiful.

"Quaint,"
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