[Ang Piitan ng mga Anino]Ang bawat hikbi ko ay tila pag-inom ng lason, mapait at nakakalunod. From the window of the Sovereign transport, I watched the Island of Ash shrink into a blur of grey and emerald, but my soul was still down there, pinned under the boots of the Enforcers alongside Dante’s broken body. The silver collar around my neck hummed with a low, parasitic frequency, feeding on my grief until I couldn't tell where the machine ended and my heart began.I was thrown into a containment cell that felt like a sensory deprivation tank—white, cold, and smelling of clinical death. Dito nila tinatago ang mga 'Asset' bago ang huling pag-aani. My mind was a fractured mess of English and Tagalog, switching between the cold logic of the 7.0 code and the raw, bleeding agony of a woman who just lost her anchor."Dante..." I whispered, my fingers clawing at the seamless walls.I knew he was somewhere in the lower decks. Ramdam ko ang mahinang tibok ng kanyang "Sync"—faint, erratic, and
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