Chapter 28
[Velmora — Slave District Theta]
The mud was warm with chemical runoff, thick with ash from refineries that never slept. Kiro moved through the ruined edge of Velmora's outer slave district, hidden among shattered cargo units and collapsed rails.
His eyes scanned the terrain—guard towers humming with suppressor fields, chain-linked fences made of Viora-treated alloy, and cameras etched with El'Vertigos' family crest.
He clenched his fists.
His home had been turned into a corpse that still breathed.
As he passed the chain pits, two children peered at him from under a wrecked transport frame—too starved to speak, too broken to flee.
Kiro paused.
He reached into the shredded remains of his cloak and pulled free a canister—salvaged from Gaeth-9. Nutrient gel. He placed it gently beside them and vanished before they could blink.
A whisper spread behind him.
"He moved like wind..."
"Did you see his eyes?"