Chapter 95: The Queen
The sun bled orange behind a veil of city smog as Aurora strode across cracked sidewalks.
The haze clung to the skyline like ash on a dying flame.
Men in black suits flanked the corners, backs stamped with a jagged sun emblem—corrupted and violent.
They bowed their heads as she passed, silent and reverent, acknowledging the authority she wore like a blade.
Two shadows moved beside her—Zeke and Colt. Towering, silent, wrapped in dark fabric.
Their eyes never rested, hands hovering near concealed weapons.
The Azura Gang had turned the city into a marketplace of firepower.
Pistols were street candy now. Shotguns, AKs—bulk orders from black-market ghosts.
Law enforcement?
Underpaid, outgunned, and out of breath, the police had long since chosen the path of least resistance: looking the other way.
The Azura Gang was the law here. The only law.
Above them stood just two powers.
