Ye Shuli's five fingers gripped the stargazing platform's railing as the spilled liquor traced the holographic map's lines and seeped into the bluestone seams.
Jiang Ye shook off his grease-stained tactical gloves, and three silver-gray metal pieces precisely embedded themselves in her hair. "Dark matter locator—the leftover scraps from your modified defense array."
Three hundred miles away, the thundercloud abruptly collapsed into a point of light, and the Bronze Bell chimed out a sonic boom.
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