POV: Neoma SolsticeThirty million souls, breathing in unison.Neoma felt them before she saw them. The vibration traveled through the basalt floor of the crater, up through the soles of her boots, and rattled the bones in her shins. It wasn't a sound. It was a physical pressure—a low-frequency thrum that made her teeth ache and the fluid in her inner ear vibrate.She stood on the central dais, a raised platform of black metal centered directly under the bleeding sky. The air here was hot, suffocatingly dry, and smelled of sulfur, unwashed bodies, and the sharp, metallic tang of Wolfy’s ozone generators.Her heart beat a frantic rhythm against her ribs—thud-thud-thud—too fast, syncing with the frantic energy of the crowd below. She pressed a hand to her sternum, trying to massage away the tightness in her chest, but the muscles were locked hard as stone."Grid status," she whispered. Her voice was raspy, stripped of moisture by the arid wind."Green across the board." Wolfy’s voice ca
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