Chapter 317
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Chapter 818 The Lethal Truth of the Restraint Collar
Zev only gave a quiet, muted reply after reading her note.
Lyra passed over another slip of paper.
“Beyond restraining a Sentinel’s movements, can the restraint collar threaten their life p>
Zev paused for a beat, then wrote his answer.
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“Yes. If a Sentinel wearing it acts out or loses control, the collar around their neck can kill them at any moment p>
Reading that definite answer, Lyra’s eyes burned with barely-suppressed rage.
How could they be so shameless?
They had lied to her, calling it nothing more than a warning device.
Zev added a second line. “Everyone knows this p>
Anger curdled into a bitter laugh inside Lyra.
No wonder so many had turned hostile toward Hadrien during the press conference.
She had foolishly believed they merely resented keeping a “convicted criminal” close to her side.
Hadrien had known too. And he had lied to her as well.
Lyra spun on her heel and walked away.
The Sentinels following her fell dead silent, intimidated by her dark mood.
Though fury raged inside her, Lyra held onto her reason.
She messaged Zane. “Captain Graves, please arrange for a large stock of daily supplies. Food, clothing, all necessities. Consult the personal guards of Elowen and Ayla, match their styles and specifications. Everything needs to be ready within four days p>
Zane studied her grim expression and nodded. “Understood p>
Using Garen’s Star Brain, Lyra reached out to Rainer again.
“Are you occupied, Commander p>
It took a little while for the reply to come through. “What is it p>
Lyra typed, “I need to know how a restraint collar can be removed p>
Rainer immediately grasped what she was really asking.
“You mean Hadrien’s p>
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Lyra replied, “Does it make a difference p>
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Rainer explained, “For ordinary Sentinels, you enter a passcode at the Oversight Council to take it off.
“His collar requires three separate passcodes: one from the legislature, one from the prime minister, and
one from any of the nine Supre “CS”
Lyra bit her lower lip, her face cold as
“Is there no other way p>
Rainer’s tone grew heavy. “Those collars were originally developed for death row prisoners. They forced condemned Sentinels into the Blighted Wasteland, where the source of the corruption lay, to run experiments.
“I have never heard of anyone disabling or escaping one on their own p>
Lyra refused to give up. “What about Star Brain development specialists? Would they have the skill p>
Rainer warned her. “Girl, do not go poking around on your own. The hardware inside is extremely precise and sensitive. One wrong move and… Just do not take reckless chances p>
Lyra’s expression stayed icy. “I understand. Thank you, Commander p>
Rainer replied, “Still, my earlier suggestion stands. Think about placing one of your personal guards into the prime minister’s office. That would give you far better odds of getting Hadrien’s collar removed p>
Lyra’s heart twisted with tangled feelings.
Once their conversation ended, she stared down at the Star Brain in her hand, lost deep in thought.
Two paths lay open before her.
First, follow Rainer’s advice.
Second, strike a bargain with the rebel group.
Either choice was a high-stakes gamble.
She had grown up on Earth with deeply rooted ideals of monogamy, beliefs etched into her mind, not something she could cast aside overnight.
Worse, she possessed no mindscape. She could never read another person’s true intentions through intimate purification.
People were unpredictable.
She had no guarantee anyone else would offer her the same wholehearted devotion Hadrien gave her.
Lyra firmly believed loyalty and faithfulness in a partner could only be earned by giving the same in
return.
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Why would anyone stay devoted to you if your own heart was divided?
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Even so, back on Earth, plenty of people betrayed their partners and cheated, no matter the cost.
And even as Elowen had said, Sentinels could develop overwhelming, involuntary affection for their Guide during purification. Lyra could not bring herself to trust that blindly.
She kept wondering-what if that fondness only lasted while they were being purified? What would happen once they no longer needed her?
Teaming up with the rebels carried its own terrible risks.
If she sought them out, she would be walking straight into a trap.
Their world was far more complicated and unknown, and no one could predict what the future would bring.
Lyra felt trapped inside a maze, every turn leading toward a dead end. She could not tell whether smashing straight through the walls would lead her to brighter days.
Dusk spilled across the wide, quiet sky.
Lyra tilted her head upward, lost and unsure where to go next.
Dark pessimism crept over her. Why did life keep throwing obstacle after obstacle in her path, no matter where she went?
Zane had left to carry out her orders. Garen and Flynn, who had recovered from their earlier strain, followed quietly behind her.
The three wandered aimlessly down a road cutting through the Guide residential district.
Eventually they reached a small, peaceful lake.
Lyra dropped straight onto the ground, empty-mindedly plucking handfuls of grass and tossing them out across the water.
Flynn had started to take off his jacket to lay beneath her, but seeing that she had already sat down and clearly wanted to be left alone, he let his hand fall back to his side.
He and Garen stood a short distance behind her, watching her back with worried eyes.
A soft breeze stirred, grass rustling in gentle whispers while ripples spread across the lake surface.
The wind felt cool and pleasant against the skin.
Everything around her looked calm and beautiful, yet Lyra’s restless, anxious spirit could find no peace in
Nearly all the grass beside her had been plucked bare when warmth settled across her shoulders.
She turned her head. Garen had draped his jacket over her. He stepped softly backward, trying his best not to disturb her.
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Lucia Morh
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