The Aurellian sky was never dark.The yellowish light from the combat zeppelin armada hung low like artificial stars, cold and untouchable. Beneath it, the Archduke's military complex moved resembling a giant machine that refused to sleep. Supply chains, infantry lines, and the roar of steam artillery, all ran in a precise rhythm.This was the nerve center of the invasion. The place where lives were translated into numbers and strategy.And into the middle of that machine system, Kaida walked in.The high-ranking officer who met her at the outer gate dared not take a risk. The bait Kaida threw that night—the name Arok and the Cloud Pagoda route—was too massive to ignore. They did not kill her, nor did they hold her in an interrogation cell. They escorted her straight to the heart of this machine.Kaida was no longer an infiltrator. She had mutated into a crucial variable.Her steps remained calm.She had passed two layers of security. Not with violence, nor with cheap trickery. She pa