Chapter 40

The ruins of Havenwood didn’t look like a city anymore. They looked like a graveyard of ambition, smothered under a ceiling of toxic purple clouds that refused to dissipate. Standing on a jagged ridge of scorched concrete, Hugo Mercer looked down at the remains of the old Cascadia capital. The Genetic Conflicts had started nine years ago, turning the world into a petri dish for Kaius Rex’s twisted evolution. For six years, the Anti-Automation Front had been clawing back territory, systematically...