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Chapter 47 : Questions Without Answers

Penulis: Lockhart
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-07-18 18:21:34

The announcement spread through Helios faster than any alarm. Every hunter who had returned from the patrol was ordered to report immediately to the Medical Research Wing. No exceptions. No delays. The corridors that had been filled with the quiet rhythm of routine now carried an uneasy tension. Hunters exchanged uncertain glances but spoke little. Even the veteran patrol leaders looked puzzled.

Sera walked among them, outwardly composed. Inside, every heartbeat felt louder than the last. She a
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