The Last Bastion
The sky over the ruins of Geneva was no longer blue; it was a shimmering, iridescent veil of spores and silica, the breathing skin of the Hive-Mind. The creatures—the 'Sovereigns'—did not fight with guns or bombs. They fought with an overwhelming, biological harmony that absorbed everything it touched. Cities didn't fall; they were simply integrated, their steel and stone digested into the...
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