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... of Command Station Alpha, watching crimson auroras dance across the fractured sky of Sector 3. But these weren’t natural phenomena—they were the psychic death throes of millions of minds being systematically extinguished. Lyralei had begun implementing what she called the Final Protocol: the complete suppression of consciousness across every territory that remained under her control.

"Status report," Reed commanded, his voice hollow as ash.

Lieutenant Commander Axis approached w ...

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