When the war ends, the real ruin begins.
(Mira’s POV)
The air inside the chamber smells like ash and metal polish. No velvet. No flags. Just a broken circle of chairs and fractured trust.
We’re no longer debating revolution.
We’re debating what to build on its bones.
I scan the room: survivors, thinkers, hackers, mothers of the fallen. No more politicians. Not yet.
But something worse brews behind their silence: ideology.
Mira: “We burned down their world. Are we here to replace it? Or repeat it?”
No one answers.
That’s the problem.
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(Scene – Sector 3: Ruins of the Leviathan Armory)
(Cassandra’s POV)
I walk through melted steel and exposed circuitry. Leviathan Unit 08 lies split in half, like some extinct god dragged from the sky.
Children watch me from the shadows.
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