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“Prepare for boarding,” I growl. “This is not a raid. It’s a hunt.”

Cheers echo through the lower decks, a chorus of growls, stomps, and warcries. A sound like planets screaming.

I stalk down the gangway toward the drop bays, armor clicking at the joints. My boots leave dust-shaped echoes on the steel.

The docking clamps shudder as we ram theGrand Lady’s flank. The vibration buzzes up my spine.

“Entry sealed,” a tech calls. “Door breach in three… two… one?—”

A concussive blast tears through the corridor. Metal screams. The sweet, clean air of a pleasure cruiser rushes in.

And we’re through.

My Reapers pour into the breach like demons loosed from black myth. Smoke coils around them. Blades flash. Bone-armored silhouettes descend in waves.

I walk through them, unhurried.

Screams rise.

A steward bolts from a hallway to my left, slips in his own panic, and scrambles backward on all fours. His eyes are white, mouth open in a silent plea.

I step over him.

A Reaper starts to raise his weapon toward the man—an impulse, nothing more. I snarl and slap it down with the back of my clawed hand.

“Not that one,” I say. “He’s already broken.”

We move deeper into the ship. Down gilded halls and past mirrored walls, through lounges soaked in velvet and pheromone mist. The crew’s perfume masks the fear-sweat for only so long. Then the scent shifts.

Fear-urine. Adrenaline. Terror-soaked flesh.

Familiar.

Boring.

I don’t slow down.

My boots crush shattered glass and fallen datapads. A trail of unconscious bodies lines the floor, stunned and tagged for slave sorting. My crew knows to keep them breathing. Mostly.

But still… something’s missing.

I don’t know why the gnawing in my gut won’t stop.

Not until I pass the arched threshold into the forward viewing deck—and I freeze.

It hits me like a silent scream.

A pulse.

No sound. No heat. Just a sudden, impossible weight in the center of my chest, like something ancient and coiled just stirred awake inside my ribcage.

Jalshagar.

I go still. Vision narrows. The scent in the air shifts again.

Something new.

Something real.