The Clash of Wills
The city of Oros was a scar on the landscape, split down the middle by a wall of shimmering energy. To the East lay the Technocracy, a world of chrome and silicon where every heartbeat was monitored and every thought was optimized for efficiency. To the West lay the Primal Reach, a wasteland of red dust and jagged stone, where the only law was the strength of one's will. Commander Vale was the...
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