Ch.29 The Harvest Node
Author: samad
last update2026-08-18 23:23:02

The silence of the lower transit hub was heavy, a stark contrast to the biological horrors they had just escaped in the dreadnought’s access shaft. The air here was aggressively scrubbed by Vanguard filtration systems, carrying the biting, sterile scent of antiseptic and ozone.

Cyrus stood motionless on the polished ferrocrete. His heightened senses picked out the faint sounds around him. He heard the intermittent hum of the flickering fluorescent lights overhead. He heard the ragged, strained
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