CHAPTER 23: THE OBSIDIAN SPIRE
POV: SERGEANT BRAVO ㅤ The Financial District didn't look like a part of the city anymore. It looked like a graveyard for giants. As we moved closer, the air grew thick with ozone and the scent of burning plastic. The skyscrapers here were untouched, their black glass surfaces reflecting the red pulse of the main transmitter tower. ㅤ "They’ve cleared the area," Jace whispered, clutching the Legacy Drive in his pack. "The Board doesn't want any 'corrupted data' near the tower when the frequency broadcast begins." ㅤ "How long?" I asked, checking the silver glow of my rifle. ㅤ [ Jace: Three hours and twelve minutes. But Bravo... look at the base of the tower. ] ㅤ I looked. The entrance to the obsidian spire was guarded by a line of men and women in pristine white suits. They weren't
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