Chapter 64 The Breathing City
- Some cities are built to live. This one was built to remember.
- The horn’s call rolled over the stone plain, a low vibration that rattled the air in Kira’s chest.
- The faceless figures advanced in perfect formation—three rows deep, moving with the precision of a tide. Their white-gold musculature glimmered under the gray sky, each step causing the ground plates to pulse faintly beneath Kira’s boots.