Above the city of Haven-9, the night sky burned.
Lines of golden light raced through the clouds, twisting into strange patterns like living veins in the heavens. Every drone, every camera, every screen across the sprawl flickered — then changed, displaying a single glowing symbol: a crown split by lightning.
The mark of the Ghost King.
Orbit Command – The Council’s Flagship
"All systems reporting corruption!" an operator shouted. His hands flew across the console, sweat glistening on his forehead. "He’s overriding the uplinks—everything digital is his now!"
The central screen displayed the city below, its streets shimmering gold like molten circuitry.
The Admiral slammed a fist onto the table. “Cut the uplink. Shut it all down. I don’t care if we lose contact—”
“Sir!” another office
