The "Siege of Manhattan" did not begin with a bang, but with a terrifying, rhythmic hum. Thousands of Anonymous drones, previously invisible, now hung over the city like a shroud of black locusts. They didn't fire; they simply occupied, their anti-gravity engines vibrating at a frequency that made glass shatter and hearts skip.
"The 'Iron Umbrella' is at 40% power," Marcus shouted over the roar of the Spire’s defensive turbines. "Lucian, the drones are tethering! They’re creating a localized vacuum around the building. They’re literally trying to suffocate the Spire out of the sky."
The Iron Umbrella: Lucian’s Front
Lucian stood on the observation deck, wind whipping his hair, his eyes fixed on the horizon. The drones weren't just machines; they were a coordinated hive mind. Every time
