Ch.9 Structural Integrity
Author: Samad
last update2026-08-07 23:28:19

The geometry of the slaughter was shifting.

While the perimeter of the arena remained a chaotic meat grinder, a wide, empty circle organically hollowed out the center of the sand. The remaining Inner cadets hesitated. They glanced between their crippled squadmate thrashing in the dirt and the bruised, unremarkable teenager walking steadily toward their leader.

Valen Cross raised a single gloved hand.

It was a silent, absolute command that halted his squad. He rested the high-frequency shock-bla
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