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But the chat was already flooding with new messages.

Her visuals glitched. Just for a second. A ghost of an image—a map of Iberia, bleeding red—flickered over the LED wall. Elara’s heart skipped. That wasn’t her code. Someone was inside her system. vjspain

The crowd roared. They didn’t know the drama, but they knew a war when they saw one. They knew who was winning. But the chat was already flooding with new messages