Romans & histoires An Urban Cultivation Frenzy

He was fast. Faster than I thought a wolf this large could be, and I thought he could almost beat me in a race. In peak condition, I was one of the fastest in the pack, and that was only because I pushed myself so hard. It seemed like Luxe didn't even have to exert himself to keep up the pace. He moved with pantherish grace, leaping over shrubs and low hanging branches with ease. My hair ruffled in the breeze and I was tempted to let go of Luxe's fur and stretch my arms to either side of me.

"The Diaspora brought ships and technology, Elena, but they didn't bring food. We have half a million souls to feed, and the Southern farms are still salted with the Director’s toxins." I looked at the silver patterns on my skin, which pulsed in time with the city’s heart. "Then we don't farm the ground. Not yet. Leo and Aris are already working on the 'Solar-Vats' in the Citadel. We can use the sunlight filtered through the Aura Gate to accelerate crop growth. We aren't just building a kingdom, Killian. We’re building an ecosystem." "And the people?" he asked, stepping closer. He rested his hand over mine, his warmth a grounding force. "They’re calling you the 'Star-Luna.' They expect mirac

Chad suddenly asked, "How did my third uncle die?" "Chad—" "Answer me, how did he die?" Samuel's face turned cold. "No one killed him. He dissolved his own cultivation." When a cultivator dissolved their cultivation, it was a euphemistic way of saying they used up all their power in a self-destructive manner, often to take down enemies with them. Chad pressed on. "What about Evergrow? What's the deal with Evergrow?" Samuel's face showed disdain. "The immortals from the celestial realm have run out of patience. They've withdrawn from the battlefield in the firmament and plan to use three years to clear out all the inhabitants there using Evergrow.

Lunar Haven…nice name. She opens the next slide, “First, we decide to talk about the root…My team and I took the time to research Urban packs similar to the pack we are currently creating this project for and we have learned a lot…a lot of this pack's elders and Alphas take advantage of our resources that we provide directly to the Alpha…Emphasis on the word DIRECTLY…This is the focus of our proposal. It’s public Facing. A network of state-of-the-art community centers built in underserved urban areas.” Her eyes scan the room to make sure she has our attention.

That was Sable’s bequest: the refusal to take order seriously, the joy in the shattering of pattern. Yet, for all their chaos, the city’s children did not forget the lessons of survival. They ran the greenhouses beyond sustainability; they drove rival colonies to extinction, then built shrines to the extinct, flowers of genetically tailored tenderness. Even their carnivals were drills: at the height of every celebration, an unexpected alarm would send the entire pack scattering to dens and bunkers, rehearsing the one aspect of life that could not be rendered into a game.

against its inhabitants. "The walls are growing, Audrey!" Vane screamed from the residential tiers. "The bronze-wood is sprouting new limbs inside the corridors. It’s 'In-Filling' the living spaces. The city is trying to 'Crush' us with its own growth-cycle. The Curators have turned our home into a 'Biological-Trap'!"

"It’s a sign of health. They’re building redundancy at the most basic level. If the grid fails, their gardens will still grow. Don't interfere, Lumen. Don't try to balance it. Let the surplus sit. It’s a psychological buffer as much as a biological one." Raven spent the better part of the day at the edge of the city, where the urban sprawl began to surrender to the encroaching wilderness. He was part of a "Borders and Bridges" team, whose job was to ensure that the city’s expansion—if it could even be called that—remained respectful of the natural restoration happening around them. He stood on a crumbling highway overpass, watching a herd of deer navigate the rusted remains of a traffic jam.