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★𝕽𝖎𝖝 Stepping onto the crystalline floor of the City of Glass was an exercise in absolute control. The entire environment was built on a geometry so flawless, so precise, that my own Ice-Discipline, which I prided myself on, felt rudimentary and rough by comparison. The Luminar communicated with geometric probes beams of pure, focused light that mapped every element, every memory, and every thought for imperfections. They were not hostile, they were simply seeking absolute data.

The city lights seemed different—less like stars, more like watchful eyes. This wasn’t victory. Not yet. But it was proof. The walls Cassidy had built around herself weren’t made of steel. They were made of glass. And glass could be shattered.

August. "What? Humor me. This place is weird as fuck. Slanted walls. I'm sure there are hidden mics. The glass is everywhere. Like, it's so different. The architecture is, ugh, yuck. I'll do a better job at it, and trust me, I'm horrible at geography." I said. They should fire the architect. "It's for transparency," he said, his voice laced with irritation. That's the effect I have.

Of course, they did. The hall outside Salle C opened onto a long arcade of stained-glass windows. The late afternoon had slipped toward evening, the light fading from washed-out gray to bruised color. Sun slanted through the glass in bands of red, gold, and blue that painted the stone walls and the polished floor in shards of borrowed fire. Her muscles hummed from the fight, a pleasant ache in her arm where the foil had bitten into her grip. She could still feel the ghost of Noah’s shoulder against her chest. The sharp, ugly sound he’d made when she’d turned him.

Part II – City of Glass By eight a.m., Manhattan had turned fully gold and sharp around them. Screens along near‑empty sidewalks streamed looping recaps of Geneva: corporate plazas burning under captions like HARTMAN SCION LINKED TO TACTICAL SABOTAGE. Evelyn walked beneath them wearing sunglasses large enough to hide recognition. Adrian kept half a step behind, too deliberate to be her bodyguard, too intimate not to be. They reached the corporate plaza. Cameras immediately swung, a hundred eyes finding their focus.

"No. Just some crazy woman." The car pulled away and headed down the sunlit boulevard. Warm rays spilled across my face as I looked up at the clear blue sky and smiled. The past had faded into darkness, beyond reclaiming. Ahead lay a road bright with promise and endless light.

Behind her stood the other wives — Bina, Mina, Andrea, and Rafaela — each representing one of the Aeternum regions, their attire distinct but united by the same emblem of infinity stitched across their chests. Elijah smiled faintly. “We’re ready, Mies. The city is waiting.” Together, they walked toward the Grand Glass Dome, where the ceremony would be held — a marvel of modern architecture built from transparent alloys and reinforced beams, capable of letting sunlight flood every corner. The glass reflected the morning sky, and as they entered, it was as though they stepped into the heavens themselves.

He whispered into my ears, his eyes on the world outside the window. I nodded slowly, noticing how the tights were turning on all over the city as the people embraced the night. “It’s beautiful.”I breathed out a sigh, feeling safe and secure in his arms. “I don’t know why it’s called the windy city, when in fact it should be called the city of glass. Look…it’s so pretty when the glass reflects the lights from all around.” I pointed towards a building in front of us, where the glass windows reflected the city lights and reflected it all around into tiny fractures of light. It was a gorgeous view and any description I gave could hardly give justice to the sight.

It had been transformed. From the deck, the skyline looked like a jagged, black tooth. Julian Vance hadn't just rebuilt the city; he had processed it. The skyscrapers were encased in "Update" glass—a dark, obsidian-like substance that pulsed with a rhythmic, sickly violet light. Giant conduits, thick as ancient trees, snaked from the ocean floor and climbed the sides of the buildings, pumping raw data and "Update" fluid into the city’s new nervous system.

Chapter 75: The City of Glass The blizzard died as we hit the city limits. The Capital was not a hidden village in the woods. It was a sprawling metropolis of glass and steel that rose from the valley floor like a jagged crown. It was the secret heart of our world. This was where the money flowed and where the laws were written. Victor stopped the black SUV on a ridge overlooking the lights. "There," he said. He pointed to the center of the city.