El Destructor De La Realeza Normandie Alleman... ✪

He moved with a speed that defied biology. In one fluid motion, he drew the Lamento de Acero —his signature black-edged sword. He didn't aim for the Duke. He aimed for the pillar.

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

He didn't take the serum. He didn't take the gold. He simply lit a cigarette, the ember glowing against the dark sky, and waited for the next name on his list. He moved with a speed that defied biology

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. He aimed for the pillar

The "Royals" were the oligarchs who lived in the Cloud Spires, breathing filtered air while the rest of the world choked on smog. They thought they were gods. Normandie was the atheist with a high-frequency blade. The Night of the Gilded Fall

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