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Ideally, Toby would have wanted Gerella to deny his suggestion immediately, but her silence was worrying. There was nothing to control the Queen’s Authority yet but he and the others knew for a fact that the shell worked well to shield the rogues against Xandar. Tweaking the shell to be offensive rather than defensive might take less effort and time than having to come up with something from scratch to control Lucianne. It already worked so well in Blue Crescent. With some improvements on the shell they gave the decipio-proditors, there was no doubt that the hybrids would succeed. This was getting more messed-up by the second.

Behind him, the Outcast Legion—wolves who could shift mid-air into specialized combat forms—poured over the cliffs like a waterfall of fur and steel. Jace disappeared into a shadow, reappearing on the deck of the flagship. Within seconds, the black smoke from the ship's funnel turned a sickly, glowing green. The "Blighted" steam began to eat through the iron pipes, turning the dreadnought into a self-destructing cage. From my high vantage point, I watched the "impenetrable" fleet crumble. It wasn't a battle; it was an execution. But then, I felt it. A cold, sharp needle of pain in the back of my neck.

existence. Avery Vane-Thorne stood on the crumbling concrete of the Detroit docks, watching as a massive, armored carrier—devoid of any pearl-stone or chitin—anchored in the oily water. The ship was a slab of weathered titanium and lead, shielded against the "Somatic-Frequencies" that had defined the rest of the planet for fifty years.

The slim, aerodynamic lines, the ring-shaped kinetic drives, massive solar hedge. It looked like the ship we had in the old blueprints of Alpha had studied. “This is impossible,” Silas whispered. His diagnosis monster almost fell out of him Eye while staring at the silver hologram. “This is a colonization ship the First Fleet. A sister ship of the echo of the stars. It should have been hundreds of years to be deep in the Andromeda-Nebel!” “But it’s not,” Kael said gloomy. He approached the mercury basin,

I looked at him, and my breath caught—his eyes had turned a solid, brilliant, and terrifying white, reflecting a sky he couldn't even see yet. ​Through the layers of the ceiling, through the concrete and the smog, I could feel the Hive. They were no longer weeks away, drifting in the void; they were here, dropping out of warp like a hammer falling onto an anvil. A massive, mercury-hulled ship—miles long and shaped like a jagged, cruel needle—was already descending over the capital. Its underbelly was glowing with a thermal intensity so great it was beginning to melt the reinforced glass of the surrounding skyscrapers before it even touched the atmosphere.

“Thank you all for your loyalty. There is a war coming, one that we must win. Demacores are a brutal species but have their own weaknesses. They have been committing specialized sacrifices to gain power. They’ve already killed thousands but will kill millions if they aren’t stopped. Their goal is supreme power where they can use all species for food and pleasure. They will have other species working with them as well. Dark Fae, demons, shifters, and powerful witches. Their entire species falls once Maddox and I kill their commander. It was the way that their creator made them, thinking that they were untouchable.” I clicked the button on the remote to show a sketch of both Demacore forms and

Two fin-like structures ran along the underside, currently tucked against the hull. Seraphine’s eyes went huge. “It’s… it’s… pretty…” Rian whispered, “It’s a death torpedo with wings…” Kael honestly looked impressed. “I like it.” Selene tilted her head. “Functional and dangerous. I approve.” Alessia stepped closer, running gloved fingers along the hull. The ship vibrated faintly beneath her touch. Kade shivered. “It has a resonance core. Luminous-heavy. That thing is practically alive.”

But what made my stomach turn was the large black 'X' drawn over the main gate. "Are the jammers in place?" the first Councilor asked. "Yes," the second man answered. "The frequency emitters are hidden in the supply wagons. Once they turn them on, the Silvermoon warriors won't be able to shift. They will be paralyzed. It will be a slaughter." I covered my mouth to stop a scream. The paralysis. The "puppets" I saw in the last vision. It was not just Morvanna’s magic. It was technology. It was sabotage. The Council had planted the devices that froze my father.

The surface rippled with a faint blue light, revealing the hidden intricacies beneath. The heart of the security lay in the twin sensors embedded within the door—an advanced face recognition system and a piercing eye recognition mechanism. The face recognition module, marked by discreet sensors, scanned Landon's features with meticulous precision. It analyzed the contours of his face, mapping each nuance, seeking the match that would grant passage.

A standing ovation was given for the comedy that was her tearing into Loki. Everyone settled back down because it was planning time now that we had the knowledge of how to destroy them. “What’s our next step?” Bronx asked. “First off, we need to all learn how to fight Demacores. They’re a brutal species. They have a hidden set of razor-sharp teeth that can descend with the bite force equal to a Nile Crocodile. They have two forms. About as tall as Cai,” Ziyah said, having Caiathus stand up. “They have wings that can be used as weapons but are flightless. Not sure what Loki was smoking when he thought up that design. The second form doesn’t have wings but does have enhanced muscles. Their nec