Chapter 89

Chapter 89: Chapter 89

Elara’s POV

The command room was cold. Not the accidental cold of poor insulation—the deliberate cold of a space designed to keep minds sharp and bodies alert. Stone walls sweated faintly in the dim light. Iron braziers stood in the corners, unlit by order. The only warmth came from the massive tactical map spread across the central table, its surface alive with faintly glowing markers that pulsed like slow heartbeats.

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