Crucial | Conflict Swell Up

It wasn't between the Warrens and the Tier. It wasn't between Korr and Lys.

“It’s not a leak,” she said, her voice a low rasp. “It’s a migration. The Upper Tier’s new filtration system isn’t failing. It’s working exactly as designed. It’s compressing their waste into a slurry so dense, so caustic, that it’s heavier than water. It’s sinking. And it’s rising here.” crucial conflict swell up

One night, Elara brought a sample to the Council of Tides, the Warrens’ unofficial parliament of elders, mechanics, and mad poets. She placed a mason jar on the scarred iron table. The liquid inside pulsed with a faint, sickly light. It wasn't between the Warrens and the Tier

She returned to the council chamber as Lys was rallying a charge toward the freight elevator. As Korr was weeping, begging for patience. “It’s a migration

An old mechanic named Korr slammed his fist. “We send a delegation. We’ve always sent delegations. We trade our silence for bread. That’s the contract.”