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Book Two Chapter 38: One-Thirty-Two
The time for the entrance tournament had arrived.
The Citadel’s gates only opened once a year: and when they did, the bastards came running. Some chased names. Some begged for recognition. This was their one shot to claw into the legacy lines. To matter.
Vaeliyan wasn’t here for that.
Isol hadn’t returned since dropping h...
2025-07-06 04:07:01 +0000 UTC View PostBook 2 Chapter 37: Faces In The Crowd
Josephine turned toward Isol, one brow raised, violet eyes gleaming.
"My darling, my love... what’s the plan?"
Isol grunted, already stretching out his neck. "Paperwork. I need to go reclaim my classroom from whatever ruffian they’ve shoved in there. Might even be Michael, if the gods are cruel."
They both spit.
Vaeli...
2025-07-05 04:07:00 +0000 UTC View Post
Class 6: Anatomy – Year One
“This is not biology. This is target acquisition.”
“You want to kill faster? Learn what parts matter.”
This class teaches cadets the anatomy of targets, human, the Broken, even machines, or otherwise. You will learn where to strike, how to breach, what to ignore, and what to disable.
2025-07-04 08:14:12 +0000 UTC
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Class 5: Group Tactics – Year One
You don’t have friends.
You have assets. Resources. Leverage.
If they die, it’s your fault, because you didn’t make them useful enough to live.
This class teaches you how to survive as a unit, even if you hate the people next to you.
The instructor never speaks. No one knows her name. She gu...
Class 4: Skill Adaptation – Year One
You are issued one skill: Flash.
A burst of light. Loud, simple, painfully bright.
It won’t kill. But it can end a fight, if you know what you’re doing.
What This Class Actually Teaches
1. What a Class Actually Does
A class is not ...
2025-07-04 07:52:52 +0000 UTC View Post
Class 3: History – Year One
Instructor: Isol Brent
You are not here to learn what happened.
You are here to learn how to use what happened.
Every page in your textbook was approved by the Nine.
Every example was chosen to shape your loyalty.
And that’s fine. Because you’re not here to question it.
You’re h...
Class 2: Fist of the Legion – Year One
No one cares how well you shoot if you can’t survive with your hands.
No weapons. No buffs. No gloves.
Just skin, bone, and the willingness to maim someone to stay alive.
First day: you fight until your knuckles split.
Second day: you fight with split knuckles.
Third day: you fight without them.
2025-07-04 07:02:25 +0000 UTC
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Class 1: Lance Training – Year One
This is the first class for a reason. Not because it teaches you how to shoot, but because it teaches you not to stop once you start.
The lance is your weapon. Not sacred. Not special. Just a means to end something quickly.
Civilian protest? Shoot.
A merchant throws a rock? Shoot....
Book 2 chapter 36: Pocket Change
They jogged up the hill, an easy, natural pace that felt like a proper jog, not one of Isol’s so-called "light walks," which were actually death runs with haulers chained to their backs. it really wasn’t bad. Their legs moved with ease. Breathing stayed even. Muscles cooperated. Compared to Isol’s brutal idea of a casual morning stroll, th...
2025-07-04 04:07:01 +0000 UTC View PostBook 2 Chapter 35: Ghost Bed
Gastlan didn’t look like a town that should’ve survived the collapse. It was too clean. Too tall. The outer wall rose in sweeping white curves, unmarred by rust or wear. The towers gleamed, silent and bright like they’d been pressure-washed by god. Even the air smelled sterile.
No barricades. No scav posts. Just a checkpoint flanked ...
2025-07-03 04:07:01 +0000 UTC View PostBook Two Chapter 34: Nameless Thug Number Seven
The walls were rusted to shit. Not reinforced. Not even good trade steel. Just sheeted junk, rebar, and old city paneling slotted together over generations of patchwork defense. Parthilion wasn’t a fortress. It was a shrug that survived.
Rain fell in slow curtains. Not a storm. Just water. And that, more than anything, unnerved Vaeliyan....
2025-07-02 04:07:01 +0000 UTC View Post
Book 2 Chapter 33: Wolf Totem
The sun was shining. The clouds were soft and pillowy, drifting across a perfect blue sky. In a quiet, well-manicured park on the outskirts of the Green Zone, a lone rabbit sat beneath a shady tree, twitching its nose at a single perfect flower.
This time, it didn’t run.
Chains slammed into the dirt beside it, but the rabbit didn...
2025-06-30 08:09:56 +0000 UTC View PostBook 2 Chapter 32: Mercy Cardio
It didn’t move.
Same corridor. Same posture. Same stillness. The Data Daemon stood at the end of the passage like a tomb that had never been buried. Its body, wrapped in coral-bone armor and old alloy, looked carved by time and sealed by choice. The lights in its eyes still streamed.
But it had not left.
Vaeliyan walked towar...
2025-06-30 08:09:10 +0000 UTC View PostBook 2 Chapter 31: Veil and Steel
They stood over the corpse like it might still speak.
Vaeliyan Verdance, the self-proclaimed savior of the Green, lay broken in the center of the chamber. No tricks. Just a body.
Grix stepped forward. Her face twisted with disgust, and she hawked, preparing to spit.
"Wait," Isol said sharply.
She paused, blinked. "What?"<...
2025-06-30 08:07:17 +0000 UTC View PostBook 2 Chapter 30: Verdance
He should have killed him when they had the chance.
Not just Warren, though him most of all, but the lot of them. The traitor scholar. The deluded pup. The wild-bloods who mistook fury for freedom. All of them.
But that day, back in the hauler, when those two mad dogs tore poor Tarric apart for doing his duty, Vaeliyan made a choice....
2025-06-30 08:05:36 +0000 UTC View PostBook 2 Chapter 29: Hemera
Florence groaned softly, eyelids fluttering as she came to. Her mechanical tendrils twitched once, instinctively, before retreating into their dormant coils. The ceiling of the vault loomed above her, scaffolding etched with age and wrapped in snaking cables.
"Don’t move too fast," Wren said gently, crouched beside her with one hand hove...
2025-06-30 08:00:36 +0000 UTC View PostBook 2 Chapter 28: Reunion
The rain had stopped, but the air still carried the weight of it. Mara breathed like a beast that had finally lain down to rest. Every rooftop, every sliver of metal and shattered stone, still glistened with the memory of downpour. And yet, the silence afterward felt louder than the storm had ever been.
Warren hadn't turned the city to ash...
2025-06-30 07:58:43 +0000 UTC View PostThe babies gender
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