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Chapter 17: Operation: Blackout
Author: Archie Mon
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The sky above the Capital city of Verdant Spire wasn't blue anymore. It was a suffocating canvas of bruised purples and jagged, flickering static—the direct result of the Palace’s Aegis Grid. Beneath it, the city shone like a diamond encased in a glass jar, a perfect, impregnable bubble fueled by the blood of the miners they had left behind.

"Target sighted. Aegis Primary node," Jack shouted, his hands dancing across the steering yoke of his hijacked transport. The vessel was screaming, groanin
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