The Poison’s Reach

Far from the city’s chaos, deep in a remote village on the edge of the poisoned river, a fragile beacon of resistance flickered to life.

The makeshift water purification facility was a testament to human resilience. Built from scrap metal and salvaged parts, it hissed quietly as water cycled through filters and rudimentary chemical treatments. The scent of chlorine and damp earth mixed in the humid air, but it was a hopeful scent nonetheless—a sign of battle against destruction.

Inside, Kyla moved with focused urgency. A former chemistry prodigy turned environmental activist, she combined hard science with a fierce dedication to saving the land. Beside her, Mayang knelt at the edge of a tank, hands glowing faintly with a soft green light—her healing energy pulsing in rhythm with the earth beneath her feet.