Chapter 33: The Defense Grid
Author: Olso Sterling
last update2026-05-18 23:48:34

I ripped off my mask and shoved it against Brux’s face before he could slip entirely off the glass.

He sputtered, his chest heaving as he took a desperate gulp of my oxygen.

I held the seal tight against his damaged gear, counting the seconds in my head, then pulled it back to take a hit myself. The high-altitude air bit at my throat like needles.

"Breathe, you big idiot," I said, leaning my weight into the Spire to keep us balanced.

"We share. Five seconds each. Don't chew through the whole
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