Chapter 352: The True Face of Flame and the Dragonborn's Roar

The air in the command center, once a hum of calm efficiency, was now thick with a palpable tension. Castelle’s words hung in the air, each one a hammer blow against the fragile peace Michael had been building. An invasion. Michael’s expression didn't change. Panic was a luxury he couldn't afford. His mind, honed by years of corporate battles and a lifetime of strategic thinking, was already processing, calculating, and formulating a response. He turned to the central command console, his...