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Chapter 29: The Sovereign’s Wrath

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The air in the chamber didn't just heat up; it ionized. The smell of scorched ozone was so thick it tasted like copper on the back of my tongue.

I was no longer walking on the catwalk. I was suspended in a halo of white-hot Ashford radiance, my feet hovering inches above the metal floor as I drifted toward the center of the chaos. Every step I took left a footprint of molten gold on the air itself.

"Julian... get back..." Victor gasped. He was slumped against a control terminal, his fingers clu
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