"Are you finished yet?" Wichita asked, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed as Suiryu walked past her. "What is it, Wichita, are you on furlough?" Suiryu snapped and stopped beside her. "The young master and I were just practicing something. Nothing worth your attention."
"I just wanted to see you get your ass kicked. But I see it ended just at the best part," Wichita amused herself honestly. Her smirk was wide, and sparks of amusement danced in her eyes. Suiryu gave her one more brief, scornful look, exactly long enough for her to notice it sufficiently, and then departed.
Wings in Shadows started as a simple question:
what if the thing keeping you alive was also the thing killing you?
Pollux wakes in the snow with no past, a voice in his head that isn't his, and a corporation hunting him down. It's a progression fantasy set in a dystopian world where corporations own everything — the cities, the water, the sick. Power comes with a price and the price is always your body.
The progression here isn't just about mastering what he has. Half of it he doesn't even know exists yet. Every step forward uncovers something new — and something more dangerous.
No chosen one arc. No clean victories. Just a boy on borrowed time deciding what to do with it.
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