The high-yield mana reactors beneath the primary floor of the Star-Forge Orbital Citadel did not hum; they thrummed at a frequency that existed just beyond the threshold of human hearing, a structural vibration that resonated directly within the iron of a person's blood.For three years following the destruction of the Abyssal mirror in Sub-Basement Four, the United Realm had known an absolute, mathematical quiet.The planetary defense grid sat at a perpetual equilibrium of one hundred percent. The continental trade throughput managed by thirteen-year-old CFO Leo had hit its fourth consecutive year of forty-plus percent compound surplus. The strategic garrison under eight-year-old Princess Lyra’s emerging tactical oversight had devolved into little more than high-intensity simulation exercises and aerial acrobatic drills over the Western Archipelago.The world was balanced. The calculations were closed.And that was precisely why I stood awake at three in the morning inside the Ci
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