Chapter 37 Chapter Thirty-seven: Cinder Spire
- From orbit, Cinder Spire looked like a scar carved across Saturn’s night.
- A twisted cathedral of Flame architecture—jagged, glinting, alive with energy that screamed. Hovering in geosynchronous orbit over the collapsed rings, it spun slowly, fed by gravity inversions and stolen resonance streams.
- Thorne Blackwell was inside.