Silk hovered nearby, watching Ren like a hawk, his floating cameras circling for every angle. He wasn’t just here to “document history” like he’d claimed—he was hoping Ren would slip up. A panic moment, a missed heal, anything juicy enough to cut into a highlight reel for the Scrap Rats’ MetaTube channel. Mira had already told him to stop. They were catching enough heat from Prosperous over the flood of unofficial Crap Rat merchandise clogging the markets. But Silk couldn’t help himself. This was entertainment, and even if it caused trouble, it was good trouble. Besides, he’d been spending so
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