Too Late to Regret: The Billionaire’s Unwanted Ex
If the speed fluctuated too much, the ribbon would oscillate, potentially snapping the anchor points.
The Spider-Drone Interception
At the 5,000-meter mark, passing through the thin, freezing air of the upper atmosphere, the first Purist defense arrived. Spider-Drones—sleek, white-shelled machines with zero "human" aesthetic—began crawling down the ribbon like insects.
"They aren't aiming for us!" Meilin shouted over the rushing wind. "They're aiming for the magnetic rollers!"
"Aris, take the left flank!" Leo commanded.
The battle was a terrifying dance on a vibrating ribbon. The Mimics fought with a desperate, unpolished bravery. Unlike the Purist drones, which moved with cold, algorithmic
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