Chapter 22Valencia’s POVThe aftermath of the digital strike on Clara had left me with a jagged, restless energy that refused to settle. I had watched her empire fracture through a screen, watched lines of code become screams, but the victory tasted like ash, hollow, incomplete. A phantom triumph that only sharpened my hunger for something real, something physical. I needed to test the limits of this rebuilt body, this new skin stretched over old scars, before the opulent cage of Blackwood Manor swallowed me whole and the Empress suffocated before she could ever rise.The private training sanctum belonged to Silas alone. No cameras, no logs, no witnesses. At 0200 the air felt thicker here than in the main gym, cooler, heavier, laced with cedarwood, aged leather, gun oil, and the faint, primal musk of sweat-soaked exertion that never quite left the space. The lights were dimmed to a low amber glow, shadows pooling like spilled ink across the black mats."You're late," came the low r
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