Grid Showdown
The building wasn’t dead. It was breathing. Concrete ribs pierced the night sky, broken windows staring like hollow eyes. But inside the ruins, light pulsed faintly—like a heartbeat waiting to explode. Lin Xia felt it before she saw it. Pressure. Not in the air. In her skull. LX-02 stirred under her skin, a low vibration spreading from the base of her spine to her temples. He was here. And he was ready. Beside her, Gu Tingche said nothing. He simply stepped closer. Not touching yet. Close enough that she could feel his body heat cutting through the cold night wind. “You feel it,” he said quietly. Not a question. “Yes.” Her voice stayed steady. The ground shifted. Without warning, the entire façade of the ruined tower flickered. Steel beams reassembled in light. Shattered
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