The pulse dominion
The city throbbed as if alive. A rhythm born not of engines or electricity, but of golden light, deliberate and sovereign. Every street, every rooftop, every shadow responded, bending to an unseen authority. Alina pressed her hands to her abdomen, the child stirring violently. The pulse was no longer tentative. It had expanded outward, filling the courtyard, spilling into streets, wrapping around alleyways, and climbing skyscrapers with invisible fingers of power. Lucien remained at her side, eyes scanning every movement. “It’s not just awake. It’s assessing, expanding… learning the city’s heartbeat, the intentions of every shadow, every operative.” Seraphine lay restrained in the courtyard, her robes twisted around her like vines, the golden energy holding her firm but unharmed. Her
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