Chapter 31
[Velmora — Upper Sector: Supply Nexus District]
Velmora's upper sector was cleaner—but not kinder.
Steel platforms stretched between suspended towers like webs strung in tension. Neon signs flickered with dead promises: "Unity Through Obedience," "Kargal First," and "Strength Is Duty." Drones buzzed overhead, scanning for unauthorized pulses.
And walking beneath them like gods in borrowed skin—the Kargali citizens.
Real ones.
High-born. Entitled. Untouched by rust or hunger.
They wore white and silver uniforms laced with nerve-threaded tech. Their expressions were cold, sterile. Every one of them bore the six-pointed Dominion Sigil, glowing faintly in their irises like a cursed inheritance.
Kiro moved like shadow.
His hood up, face hidden beneath cracked goggles, blood venom quietly coiled beneath his skin—just waiting.
One target.
He spotted him.