The Last Bastion
The sky over the Citadel was a bruised purple, the color of a dying empire. Below the floating spires of the elite, the world was a wasteland of grey dust and rusted iron, where the last remnants of humanity huddled in the shadow of the great walls. Resources were no longer measured in currency, but in "Units"—compressed energy cells that provided heat, water, and air. Commander Elias was the...
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