The sun barely filtered through the towers of Velkan, casting long shadows over the damp alleys of the Threshold District. Lyra, a young woman with amber eyes and a scar on her cheek, moved through the rubble with the skill of someone who had lived on the edge of danger her entire life. With each step, she could feel the vibrations of the massive turbines that powered the city, a constant hum reminding everyone who held control.
From the high balconies, mechanical sentinels patrolled with cold, blue-glass eyes. Rumors said that the technocrats had found a new source of power, a lost relic buried in the archives of the past, and that its discovery could tip the balance between magic and science once and for all.
Lyra knew she couldn't allow it.