Chapter 18 Havenreach Is Burning

• Some cities aren’t built of steel. They’re built of belief. Havenreach was one of them. Nestled in the southern basin between the shattered steel forests and the dead rivers of the warfront, it had been spared the worst of the violence. Not because it was hidden—but because it was sacred.
• It was the first place refugees were allowed to stay without blood oaths or clearance IDs. A city without soldiers, without flags. A place where wounded rebels found peace, families found shelter, and memory found room to breathe.
• And now, it was burning.