When truth ignites, even power runs out of places to hide. 🔥
(Rhyne's POV)
The last of the lights in Sector 8 die.
The map glitches. The node grid collapses.
"She’s here," I mutter.
Zaniel stands at my side, calm as scripture.
Zaniel: "It’s not her you should fear. It’s the people listening."
I slam my fist into the command table.
Rhyne: "I don’t fear flames. I own them."
Zaniel: "Then why are your hands shaking?"
He walks out.
Coward. Prophet. Maybe both.
I open the Leviathan protocol. AI kill-units with face-recognition. Trained to hunt flame insignias.
No negotiations. No survivors.
This isn't peacekeeping anymore.
It's culling.
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(Cassandra’s POV – Sector 9: Zero Flame Outpost)
My face is everywhere.
Some call me a terrorist.
Some call me salvation.
All I know is
