
The night doesn't end quietly.
It rips open.
The Dominion's sirens scream through the shattered streets
like a warning from a dying beast. Floodlights slice through the
fog as armored patrols swarm the ruins of what used to be a free
city. Every breath tastes like smoke and rust. My heartbeat is
too loud in my ears-steady, fast, ready.
We're not hiding anymore.
The Remnant stands scattered across the old bridge, faces
streaked with ash, eyes burning with the kind of fire that
no propaganda can snuff out. Below, the black river churns,
dragging broken machines downstream like bones in a current.
"Positions!" I hiss into the comm clipped to my collar. My voice
doesn't shake. Not anymore.