POV EMMA BELLEThe capital of Aetheria, Ouroboros, was not a city of wood or stone. It was a sprawling, multi-tiered machine of rusted iron, brass pipes, and grinding gears. Massive smokestacks belched a thick, amber haze into a sky that refused to rain. Here, the "Wild" was a memory, and the "Logic" had been weaponized into survival."The atmospheric moisture here is less than two percent," Nathaniel whispered, his voice cracking. He was holding a handheld resonator, his eyes wide behind his cracked spectacles. "Emma, the kinetic pressure isn't just low—it’s being harvested. Every scrap of magic we bring into this city is being pulled into the ground.""I can feel it," I said, my violet-shadow eyes tracing the glowing silver-logic runes that ran like veins through the iron streets.I looked at my hands. The indigo shadows of the Void-Blade were pulsing with a strange, hungry rhythm. The city was a vacuum, and the White Queen was the ultimate battery.Félix stood at my side, his emera
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