Three days after the Red Horizon burned, the world stopped screaming.
The sky, once red with fire, was now a dim gray — quiet and heavy, like a held breath that hadn’t yet been released. The storms faded. The mechanical howls that haunted the ruins went silent.
In their place, there was only wind.
Nova stood on the cliff overlooking what used to be the Red Horizon facility. Now it was just a crater — a massive black scar at the edge of the sea. Steam rose in slow curls from the molten wreckage, turning the air thick and bitter.
Behind her, Raze and Iko finished unpacking their gear from the half-broken crawler.
Raze looked exhausted — eyes hollow, clothes torn, half his armor still sparking faintly from the blast. Iko moved mechanically, not saying a word.
None of them had slept sinc
