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The air in her studio, a repurposed cargo container on the outer fringes of the Veridian system, turned cold. Not the chill of a failing heat-sink, but the utter absence of warmth. The kind of silence that exists between heartbeats. “They paid to see a xenos witch broken,”
The view count stuttered. Then froze.
But the Drukhari are not a people who tolerate mockery. “Smile for the camera, little witch
The set was a masterpiece: a broken webway gate, flickering with stolen lumen-tech, chains that hummed with a subsonic thrum, and a rack of tools that would make a Commorrite Succubus weep with envy. The only light came from a hovering drone, its lens zooming in on the sheen of nervous sweat on her collarbone.
No one could turn it off. No one could look away.