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Chapter 60: The Black Crown
Arc Three Finale
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The city of Velaria burned like a funeral pyre.
The morning light struggled to cut through the smoke, a bruised haze painting the horizon. From the rooftop where Dante stood, the skyline was a forest of ruin — towers half-collapsed, Dominion banners torn to ribbons by fire and wind.
The Dead Man’s Writ still burned against his palm. He could feel it pulsing with every heartbeat, like a chain dragging him forward.
Mira’s voice broke the silence.
“Tell me you see it.”
Dante’s eyes narrowed. Across the city, new signals lit the sky. Not fires. Not bombs. But beacons. Pillars of black light stabbing upward, merging in the air like the ribs of a cage.
Aria’s lenses flickered as she traced them. “It’s the Overseers. They’re… anchorin
