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Once all that had been taken care of, I knew it was time for the main event. “ The first item that will be sold out tonight is the titanium steel. Bidding can start on the website.” this was a name for a particular item once on the website the real name would be displayed. My lips curled upwards seeing how heavily invested they were as they bid on their phones. I glanced at my cell phone and sure enough someone had gotten it. ‘ moving on to the next item is the P-3674, may the highest bidder win.” I mumbled as I adjusted my tie.

~ A small glitchy sound echoed within the room, and an overhead panel suddenly appeared above the orb. [Registered Item Located] {Enchanted Item (Grade 6): White Amber has been located. Coordinates will be displayed below.} [Tap For More] The room initially fell into a tense silence, but Aldred broke it by tapping the panel. Instantly, a detailed map of the Black Market sprawled across the display, resembling a typical mobile app map. Numerous buildings dotted the map, each marked distinctly. The KariBlanc Group gave off a ‘blue’ glow, which was meant to signify the starting point of the journey.

“Is that why you suddenly changed your mind?” She nods without speaking. Figures. Jareth and I are going to have a very long talk later about minding his own damn business. Kalb exhales, folding her arms. “There’s a black-market trader, way outside Thyrenna. He’s willing to sell if I keep his name hidden. Same story every poison dealer tells.” Which means more coin. “Take whatever you need from the royal bank. You’ve already got the blank cheque with my signature. Use it.”

Something that didn't belong in a "Real World." A **Titan** stepped out of the shadows. It was thirty feet tall, its body made of rusted iron and pulsing violet tubes. It had the face of a man, but the eyes were giant searchlights. On its chest, a large silver logo was etched into the metal: **AETHEL-GROUP: ASSET RECOVERY**. "Subject 01 and Donor 04," the Titan’s voice boomed, sounding like a thousand speakers blowing out at once. "You have exceeded your 'Independence' quota. Please remain still while your 'Conflict Data' is harvested."

The monochromatic silver of the sector was washed away by a flood of vibrant, living color. ​The Fall of the Titan ​The Sentinel-Auditor let out a final, metallic groan as its internal black hole collapsed. The massive titan began to fall apart, its brass gears turning into "Black-Bloom" vines as the Aether reclaimed the machine. ​The Vane’s Legacy II reappeared, its ivory hull glowing with a brilliance that outshone the nebula. The ship caught Kaelen, Lyra, and Julian just as the machine dissolved into the void.

“That warehouse is worthless to us, we have ten times more dope than them, and infiltrating their warehouse is just a waste of time. Going directly to the source is the ideal way to get them out of business.” They all nod, making me continue. “I have discovered they get their shipments from lower Mexico from a cartel called Los Sombras Negras. If I can bag him, the problem will be solved.” Don Meyo rolls his eyes, like he has seen a thousand deals go south but the old bastard doesn't know what he is dealing with. “And what if he doesn't agree.” “Yee of little faith,” I mutter while taking out my phone. “Business is a matter of quid pro quo. Knowing what a man wants before he wants it.”

I knew right away the news wasn’t good. I sat down at the head of the table. “Report,” I said. My voice was back to its usual business tone. Luca tapped the screen. Images of docks, warehouses, and old alleyways flashed by. Then, a symbol appeared that made my blood run cold. It was Black Tide’s mark. It wasn't a big, messy piece of graffiti meant to scare the public. It was small, neat, and carved right into the steel at one of our supply checkpoints. Deep inside Vescari territory.

“I need the shadow.” ​I reached out to the North Crater. I found the Black Fallow, charred and broken by the orbital strike. I found Kael, his consciousness fading into the soil. And I found the obsidian thorns. ​“Give it to me,” I commanded. ​A surge of violet, necrotic energy rushed up from the earth, flowing through the roots and into the Hub’s foundation. It was the “Black Fallow” agenda, the raw, unfiltered hunger of a planet that had been violated for too long. It wasn’t clean energy. It was poisonous, dark, and filled with a centuries-old rage.

"The Council can't afford to let the other sectors see the Vindicator broken. They will execute their secondary fallback protocol." ​"The Blackwater Extraction Facility," Julian rasped, stepping down from the weapon platform, his burning gray eyes locking onto Vivian's face with a fierce, possessive intensity. He reached down, his large hand firmly gripping her waist, pulling her back against his chest with an unyielding warmth. "The automated prison complex on the western edge of the lowlands. It’s the only fortress they have left outside the Inner Dome with an independent power core."

Isiewu said. Outside the hut, Isiewu grabbed a female hen. He scooped some sands from Echi’s backyard into an empty bag just before they dashed onto the lonely path that led to an abandoned evil forest. It was getting darker, and the moon that Isiewu had seen a while ago, was slowly withdrawing its light.