By the time Kayden finished his insane lore dump, the clock had struck midnight, and Kaisen felt like he'd been hit by a truck full of WTF moments.
Slumping back in his chair, he tried to process everything.
Kayden had somehow rallied the bottom-feeders of society, the ones who lived in the shadows, eating scraps and flipping off the Authority, and turned them into a fucking army.
And that sword, Lightless, was like something out of a fever dream—it helped him win the first big showdown with the Authority.
Kaisen couldn't decide if he was impressed or just horrified by how far his brother had come while he was out of the picture.
Kaisen then learned that this whole floating city was held together by pulleys, levers, and a prayer—except for the anti-gravity machines, which were still running on good old-fashioned electricity, the one thing that could be knocked out by the magic sword like a drunk uncle at a wedding.