The sky over the Intersection was no longer a sky; it was a fractured ceiling of obsidian and emerald. The five additional Reaper ships descended like cosmic vultures, their sheer mass warping the gravity of the city. Buildings groaned as the atmospheric pressure shifted, and the air turned a thick, metallic green.
I stood on the balcony, my hand white-knuckled on the railing. I had fought Alphas, I had fought Architects, and I had fought my own father. But this? This was like a flea trying to stop a tidal wave.
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## Chapter 34: The Emerald Siege
The White Wolf—the manifestation of our city’s collective soul—was a majestic, terrifying sight. It leapt through the air, its paws of chrome light finding purchase on the hull of the lead Reaper ship. Each strike of its claws sent shards of
