Iron Crown Conspiracy

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The cockpit of the *Iron Revenant* hums with a low, electric thrum as the galaxy unfurls beyond the reinforced viewport, a tapestry of bruised violet and cold starlight. It’s the dead of night by shipboard time, though in the void of the Obsidian Verge, day and night are mere constructs—here, the black is eternal, broken only by the distant flicker of dying nebulae. A faint metallic tang lingers in the recycled air, a reminder of the patchwork repairs done on the mecha’s hull after the last skir