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Tetra built a neighborhood out of nothing. Apparently, that's offensive.
Running a paranormal dominion in the Bronx sounds glamorous. In reality, it means fighting loan sharks, tracking down missing interns before sunrise, hunting threats she can't quite see yet, and explaining to her husband why there's raw chicken juice in her coffee mug. Again.
Tetra's survived assassination attempts, gang wars, and her own catastrophic past. She can handle Frostbite and his River Rats. She can handle Ajax Xydis and his particular brand of elven supremacist poison. She's handled worse.
What she didn't plan for was how close this attack would land. Or how long it had already been in motion before she noticed a single thing.
Her dominion is under siege. Her most vulnerable people are already in danger. Tetra has one move left, and it's the same one that built Caerleon in the first place.
Will her refusal to give up be enough this time? Or did she finally build something too good to survive?
