POV: GullerTo save the body, sometimes you had to excise the diseased tissue.It was a healer's truth—brutal, wet, and heavy. You cut away the rot to keep the heart beating. But looking up at the Celestial Spire—that structured mass of gold and marble suspended in the black vacuum of the night sky—the decision felt like lead in my gut. My stomach twisted, iron knots pulling tighter until I felt the urge to retch."One hour," Neoma said.She stood apart from us. Her hand was raised, fingers curled as if gripping a physical weight. The invisible thread connected her nervous system to the destabilized core miles above. Her arm muscles were rigid, tendons standing out under translucent skin. Her jaw was clenched so hard the muscles at the hinge spasmed."I give them sixty minutes. Then I pull.""Sixty minutes to evacuate a city of a hundred thousand," Wolfy calculated.His fingers moved with a frantic, plastic clicking over the salvaged comms unit. The sound was rhythmic and mechanical.
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