*The rain never stopped on Fenmire. It fell in relentless sheets, turning streets into shallow rivers that carried the oily sheen of wreckage and ash. Neon lights from shattered signs bled across the water’s surface, stretching colors into broken reflections. The only sounds were the steady hammer of rain and the muted thud of armored boots pressing through puddles.* *Cadet walked ahead, rifle low but ready, his cape heavy with water and clinging to his shoulders. The white insignia stood out d...