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She was not a warrior. She was a gutter child with quick hands and a quieter step. But she had something the Harvesters lacked: the loyalty of the Ashpetals still hiding in the dark.

And in the upper city, every light-panel flickered—and displayed the Bloom Registry in crisp, undeniable detail. Lady Vane stood alone amid the chaos, her serene mask finally cracking. She looked at Elara—this small, bleeding, furious child—and for a moment, something like respect flickered across her face. Lily Service -Full Version- -Tyviania-

The hall was called the . In its center, a pool of liquid mercury reflected a ceiling of living stars (a Tyvianian illusion-weave). Around the pool stood the Harvesters —not monsters, but elegant figures in tailored suits and gowns, their faces sharp with avarice. They were the nobility of Tyviania, the ones who had grown rich on Grey Rot cures and war profiteering. She was not a warrior

That night, Elara watched from a rooftop as a carriage of black lacquer, emblazoned with a silver lily, rolled through the district. Two Sisters in gray habits stepped out, their faces hidden behind porcelain masks painted with serene, closed eyes. They moved with silent purpose, handing out warm bread and small vials of golden liquid—"Tears of Veriditas," they called it. A cure for the creeping cough that plagued the under-tier. And in the upper city, every light-panel flickered—and