Chapter 15 Chapter Fifteen: The Last Flame
- The sky was blue again. Not the sterile blue of artificial domes or filtered atmospheres. But real—burning with light, thick with clouds, touched by wind.
- The world hadn’t looked like this in years.
- Cassian sat beside Vera on the shattered ledge of the Geneva Vault, staring into the rising sun. The scent of ash still clung faintly to the horizon, but beneath it bloomed something rare: