HIS POISONOUS POSSESSION
He had traded our location, and the fragile existence of the unborn Heir inside my womb, to secure his own survival in the new Regency world order.
"White ghosts," I whispered, the words freezing in my throat as the dark perimeter of the chamber began to bleach.
The escalation was an instantaneous, blinding invasion. From the fractures in the data walls, thousands of high-frequency, sterile pale figures materialized—the specialized extraction avatars of the Sovereign executioners, known across the sectors as the "White Ghosts." They didn't use crude force; they deployed a systemic white-out protocol designed to bleach and erase any corrupted data in the mainframe.
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