Chapter 21
Author: BellaDonna
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Chapter 21: Cracks in the Fleet

Two miles outside the high steel gates of Crestfall, the open plains had been transformed into a sea of military canvas, heavy machinery, and diesel smoke.

Over forty thousand soldiers of the Northern Fleet were spread across the field, their campfires flickering under the dark night sky.

Sixty heavy tanks stood in long, menacing rows, their long steel barrels pointed directly at the city walls. Yet, inside the frontline trenches, the mood was far from confident
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