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... here, its chameleon hull deactivating to reveal the obsidian craft beneath. Below them stretched a sight none of them, save perhaps Lucian, had ever witnessed.
It wasn’t a city; it was a chaotic, vibrant ecosystem of metal and flesh. Towers of woven crystalline growth spiraled next to structures of rusted iron plate. Vessels of every conceivable shape—organic pods, geometric shards, traditional thrust-ships—drifted in designated lanes or were docked haphazardly along sprawling landing pl ...
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