Chapter 435
Author: Yeshua Yin
last update2026-01-23 22:36:19

The sky over Solara Vant was gray, low, and heavy with snow-laden clouds. The chill cut through the city’s crystalline towers, but inside the Rift Vanguard’s war room, heat hummed from energy panels and monitors displaying the faint flickers of rifts around the globe.

Oliver Beckett stood at the head of the table. His coat was dusted with frost from the morning walk to the council chambers, but he didn’t brush it off. He didn’t need warmth; focus was enough.

Iris leaned against the edge of the table, arms folded, a hand occasionally flicking through a light-field display of unstable zones.

Billy, restless as always, tapped on a side console, the hum of power under his fingers making him smirk.

Across from them, representatives of three nations watched the screens warily. Military officers in crisp uniforms, diplomats in tailored coats, and a handful of Traveler Guild operatives filled the room. Their eyes flitted between the pulsing anomalies and Oliver, waiting for direction.

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    The first warning came without sound. The stars ahead of the fleet dimmed, not fading but thinning, as if scraped away by an unseen blade. Navigation lights flickered across every ship at once. The formation held, engines steady, but the space between vessels warped, stretching and snapping back like strained wire.Oliver stood at the forward rail of the Vigilant Dawn, boots locked to the deck. His Reality Anchor pulsed under his skin, slow and heavy. The air in the bridge felt thick, like breathing through cloth.“Entering Sable Plateau boundary,” the navigator said. His fingers hovered above the console instead of touching it. “Visual range collapsing.”“Switch to short-range lidar,” Oliver said. “It’s already on.”The main display shifted. The stars vanished. The wasteland filled the screen. Below them stretched an endless plateau of black stone and ash, cracked into jagged plates. Lightning crawled across the surface without sound, blue veins running through the ground itself.

  • Chapter 436

    The sirens did not scream. They pulsed once, low and wide, rolling through Solara Vant like a held breath released. The sound carried through crystal towers, across suspended bridges, into underground docks where engines already burned hot.Oliver stood on the command balcony of Hangar Prime, hands resting on the rail. Below him, the fleet took shape piece by piece. Eighty ships. Not transports. Not scouts. War vessels.Their hulls reflected the red edge of dawn spilling through the city’s open sky dome. Dock crews moved in tight lines. Power carts rolled. Cranes lowered sealed containers into open bays. Every motion followed a clock only the System could see. “Anchor teams reporting in,” a voice said behind him.Oliver did not turn. “Send them through.”Holograms blinked into existence in front of him. Blue silhouettes. Names. Status lights. “Division One ready.”“Division Three ready.”“Division Five ready.”Each report ended the same way. “Awaiting command.”Oliver nodded once. “

  • Chapter 435

    The sky over Solara Vant was gray, low, and heavy with snow-laden clouds. The chill cut through the city’s crystalline towers, but inside the Rift Vanguard’s war room, heat hummed from energy panels and monitors displaying the faint flickers of rifts around the globe.Oliver Beckett stood at the head of the table. His coat was dusted with frost from the morning walk to the council chambers, but he didn’t brush it off. He didn’t need warmth; focus was enough.Iris leaned against the edge of the table, arms folded, a hand occasionally flicking through a light-field display of unstable zones. Billy, restless as always, tapped on a side console, the hum of power under his fingers making him smirk.Across from them, representatives of three nations watched the screens warily. Military officers in crisp uniforms, diplomats in tailored coats, and a handful of Traveler Guild operatives filled the room. Their eyes flitted between the pulsing anomalies and Oliver, waiting for direction.The ro

  • Chapter 434

    The ship shudders before the aurora. Instruments flicker, blink, and die. Panels go dark one by one. The hum of the thrusters falters. Lights dim, then vanish. Outside, the black aurora stretches wide and deep, absorbing the stars. The sky is no longer sky, it is static, pure and white noise, shifting in slow waves. Oliver grips the co-pilot rail. His Reality Anchor hums low, vibrating against his bones. He scans the HUD. Nothing responds. Not comms. Not navigation. Not energy readouts.Billy curses, hands slamming on the controls. “Everything’s fried! Engines, shields, guidance, gone!”Iris sits rigid, hands pressed to her temples. “I hear it,” she says, voice tight. “The voice… the same one the Envoy used.” Her eyes dart to the static beyond the viewport, pupils wide. “It’s… calling.”Oliver doesn’t flinch. “Focus on keeping us in the air,” he says. His words are steady, but the tremor in his hands betrays him.The ship lurches violently. The nose dips. Sparks fly from the left t

  • Chapter 433

    The night sky goes wrong without warning. At first, it looks like cloud cover. A dark smear stretching from horizon to horizon. Then the stars behind it dim. Not vanish. They fade, as if something drinks their light before it reaches the ground. Across the northern hemisphere, people stop walking.Cameras tilt upward. Telescopes scramble to focus. System sensors spike, then flatline.The aurora spreads. It is black, not empty. Thick bands ripple slowly, folding over each other like curtains pulled by unseen hands. No color bleeds from it. No radiation spills outward. Instead, the city lights beneath it flicker. Street lamps dim. Shield towers hum louder, compensating.In Solara Vant, the Grand Prism Plaza goes quiet. Oliver stands on a balcony high above the city, coat pulled tight against the wind. Iris stands to his right. Billy leans against the railing, chewing nothing, jaw tight. Above them, the aurora pulses once. The city’s light drops a fraction. Oliver’s HUD flares red.AN

  • Chapter 432

    The plaza wakes before dawn. Workers move across the Grand Prism Plaza in straight lines, laying light panels into the crystal floor. Each panel locks with a sharp click. Towers surrounding the square brighten one by one, their facets catching the rising sun and bending it into clean bands of color. Drones hover low, stringing ribbons of hard light between spires. By midmorning, the city hums.Crowds pour in from every avenue. Civilians. Travelers. Soldiers in patched armor and polished boots. Some wear medals. Some wear bandages that glow faintly with healing fields.Children ride on shoulders. Vendors shout over each other, selling food wrapped in translucent paper that steams when opened.Above it all, lanterns float upward, released in clusters. Each lantern holds a small core of light, warm and steady. They rise slowly, drifting like stars being born.Oliver stands behind the stage, listening. The noise presses in waves. Cheers. Laughter. The low roar of thousands of voices la

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