Blood on the Asphalt biker
Dax looked up at the ceiling of the bunker, realizing what I was saying.
"When I shut down the core," I said, my voice barely audible over the terrifying, escalating screech of tearing metal echoing from the sky above us. "I shut down the gravity."
Directly above our heads, the five-mile-wide, billion-ton durasteel sphere of the Ark was no longer hovering.
The sky was falling. Neo-Angeles was dropping out of the air, and it was going to crush the entire allied army, the Code-Born, and us beneath it.
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