The Iron Sovereign
Marcus stood at the apex of the Spire, the obsidian heart of New York's new order. Below him, the city was a grid of perfect, terrifying efficiency. There were no traffic jams, no protests, and no unplanned laughter. There was only the Core. As the High Archon of the Core, Marcus had made the only decision that mattered. When the Void Signal had arrived, warning of the coming erasure, the world...
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