Ashes of the Fallen Crown

冒頭を少し

The granite teeth of the maintenance conduit bit into Elias Thorne’s spine, a cold, unyielding pressure that mirrored the weight of the mountain above. Three hundred feet overhead, the High-Caste spires pierced a sky he had never seen—a legendary expanse of blue and gold—but down here, in the sub-strata of Sector 4-G, space was a debt no one could pay. Recycled nitrogen swirled in the gloom, thick with the cloying,…