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Kaelen looked left. A funnel, thin as a needle and glowing with a haunting cerulean light, was dropping from the atmosphere. It moved with impossible speed, carving a trench into the metallic soil of the planet below.

Kaelen didn't look up. Above him, the clouds churned like a boiling pot of ink. A bolt of "crawling lightning"—slow, viscous, and bright enough to blind—slithered across the horizon. On Kaelos, the lightning didn't just strike; it searched. Kaelen looked left

"Kaelen, get back. Now!" Mara’s voice was sharp with panic. "A rogue cell just formed on the leeward side. It’s a Piercer." Kaelen looked left. A funnel