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Chapter 125: The Escape from Ice
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2026-03-10 00:16:32The vault floor buckled under the Fear battalion's grenades, and all I could think was how many more wolves had to die so my son could keep breathing.
The sound wasn't just a bang; it was a structural scream, ancient quartz splintering under silver-salt charges. The air turned into a pressurized soup of silver-mercury stink and pulverized stone.
My nose was clogged with ash until I gagged, the heat of the explosions clashing with the bone-deep polar freeze in a way that made my
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