El Destructor De La Realeza Normandie Alleman... -

With a single, gravity-defying strike, he severed the structural support of the Spire’s primary stabilizer. The room tilted. Panic, sharp and ugly, replaced the refined boredom of the guests.

The Revolution didn't need a king. It just needed someone to keep swinging the hammer until all the pedestals were dust. El Destructor De La Realeza Normandie Alleman...

The gala at the Valois Estate was supposed to be a celebration of the new "Eternity Serum." The elite were dressed in liquid gold and synthetic silk, sipping champagne that cost more than a district’s yearly rations. Then, the lights flickered. With a single, gravity-defying strike, he severed the

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"I’ve been dead since your father burned my sector to build this playground, Duke," Normandie’s voice was a metallic rasp.

As the Spire descended toward the slums below—slowly enough for the escape pods to launch, but fast enough to ruin the elite forever—Normandie stood at the edge of the abyss. He watched the "Gods" scramble like rats.

"The crowns are falling," Normandie whispered as the windows shattered and the clouds rushed in to claim the room. The Aftermath