Chapter 20 When The City Turns
- Revolutions don’t fall to enemies. They fall to fear.
- The protests began as scattered voices in Caelon’s outer ring—quiet, restless murmurings outside ration queues and comm hubs. But by nightfall, the murmur had become a storm.
- Hundreds filled the lower plaza, waving makeshift banners and shouting slogans that didn’t make sense—at least not to those who remembered how this war had started.