"Galileo’s forces step in to restore order, inadvertently drawing themselves into the bloody, chaotic crossfire."
The intervention was meant to be a display of corporate hegemony, a swift crushing of the insolent clans that had dared to turn the city streets into their personal battlefield. Galileo’s private security battalions marched into the Brass Plaza with heavy armor and tactical steam-cannons, expecting the ragged guards of the Beatrice and Cassandra clans to scatter like frightened pigeons. Instead, they walked straight into a meat grinder. The plaza was a labyrinth of smoke, debris, and desperate, cornered men who had been led to believe that the other side was responsible for their ruin.
Richter stood behind the heavy iron pillars of the city archives, his breath hitching in
