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Chapter 91: The Bloodline Paradox
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2026-10-17 07:00:00The sixty-second digital countdown digits pulsed a furious, blinding crimson through the shattered navigation interface, each passing millisecond dissolving into the lightless deep with absolute, merciless finality. 00:54.00:53. The automated computerized warning layout cast a grotesque, bloody glare across the iron-ribbed parameters of the bridge, illuminating Julian Petrova’s lifeless frame slouched in the pool of fresh, dark copper at Elena’s feet. High overhead, the mountain o
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