She dropped the shard. It fell twenty-three stories and shattered on the street below.
Lina Chen didn't just make fashion content. She orchestrated it. Her channel, Gilded Frame , had fourteen million subscribers who didn't just watch her—they studied her. Every tilt of her chin, every flick of her silk sleeve, every calculated imperfection in her smoky eyeliner was a semaphore in the visual language of power.
Beneath it was nothing she'd shown Valor. A bodysuit of shattered mirror tiles, each shard reflecting a different fragment of the awakening city. It was dangerous—sharp edges that could cut if she moved wrong. It was also a direct violation of her contract, which specified no alterations to the garments .
