THE BILLIONAIRE’S SECOND CHANCE BETRAYAL
“But maybe you know me differently. I’m the first loaf. I’m the original pattern—the one the Foundation used to make you all.”
He waved his hand, and suddenly the walls turned clear, like glass. June gasped. They weren’t just in a flying city. New York stretched out, but it was only a tiny part of something much bigger—a whole planet, blazing with fire, packed with endless metal gears. It looked like a sun trapped inside a machine cage.
“That’s the Oven-Maker,” the man said. “A factory. It takes stars, makes them into life. Then it takes life, turns it back into energy. It’s a circle.”