Previous chapter:
Chapter 146: The Gravity of Choice
PREVIEW
... white marble floor, once pristine and silent, began to thrum with a frequency that felt like a needle scratching against the surface of my brain. Along the walls, the rows of inactive Sentinels—sleek, obsidian-plated things with limbs that looked like frozen lightning—snapped to attention. Their indigo eyes didn’t flicker with the warm, erratic light of the Centurion; they burned with a cold, steady intensity that signaled a total lack of hesitation.
"You call it ’Entropy,’ Elara-Prime, ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE



























