The first wave hit like thunder.Celestara's shock troops descended on cables from their aircraft, boots hammering against catwalks. They wore black armor etched with suppression runes designed to nullify Remnants. Each carried weapons that crackled with the same Null-energy as Kessa's blade."Hold the line!" Xander's voice carried across the defensive positions. His bracers blazed as wire shot forward, wrapping around the first soldier's rifle, yanking it away.The battle erupted.Marcus and the Guardian-souls charged from the left flank, their metal bodies absorbing bullets. They crashed into the shock troops like an avalanche, brass fists crushing armor. But the soldiers were trained, coordinated. They fell back in formation, Null-blades carving through Guardian-souls. Three fell, then five, their bodies sparking as Remnant energy died.On the right, Veyra led a squad of Exiles, her sword cutting through cable lines. Soldiers fell screaming into the Void below. But more kept coming

Celestara burned for three days.Not with actual fire,though some government buildings smolderedbut with the flames of upheaval. Citizens who'd believed the lies for generations now demanded truth. They flooded the streets, surrounding Council buildings, military installations and detention centers. Some carried signs. Others carried weapons.Xander watched from the transmission tower as the sky-city tore itself apart. Screens across both Celestara and the under-rings broadcast the chaos in real-time."They're calling it the Disposed Uprising." Seris said, her book-Remnant recording everything. "The largest civil unrest in Celestara's three-hundred-year history.""Will they win?" Mira asked, her tear-crystal necklace glowing softly."That depends." Torrin studied the screens, analyzing troop movements. "The Magistrate still controls the military. If she orders a full crackdown, thousands will die. But if enough soldiers refuse orders..."As if summoning fate, a screen flickered.