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The sun was slipping beneath Nova City's jagged skyline, bleeding gold and ash into the clouds as the sky hover we were in hissed as we came to a landing. We touched down in the middle of nowhere. An old industrial zone that was barely lit, full of shadows and rusted railings. It was a perfect kind of forgotten.
I stepped off last.
The wind hit different here. It felt drier, a little heavier Or maybe that was just me.
Axel stood to my left, his arms folded, that leather duster of his swaying behind him like some post-apocalyptic warlord. Kyra chewed a toothpick to my right, eyes gleaming under the orange sky like a predator that hadn't eaten in days.
Ahead, down a crooked stone path and through a worn steel gate, was the compound. Laughing voices carried from beyond the wall, low and drunk. A reunion of old legends...retired elites who'd disappeared from the rankings, but not from the influence charts.
