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Chapter 193: The Breath Thief

last update Data de publicação: 2026-04-03 00:15:47

The oxygen didn’t just fade; it retreated, sucked out of the valley by a clinical, invisible hunger that tasted of stale pennies and burning nitrogen.

I stood on the cracking obsidian of the plaza, my lungs expanding in a frantic, hollow rhythm. Each inhale was a mouthful of needles—dry, thin, and void of the life-force I needed. Around us, the few remaining Mercy wolves collapsed, their chests heaving, their eyes bulging as they clawed at their own throats in the absolute silence of t

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  • Replaced by His First Love   Chapter 193: The Breath Thief

    The oxygen didn’t just fade; it retreated, sucked out of the valley by a clinical, invisible hunger that tasted of stale pennies and burning nitrogen.I stood on the cracking obsidian of the plaza, my lungs expanding in a frantic, hollow rhythm. Each inhale was a mouthful of needles—dry, thin, and void of the life-force I needed. Around us, the few remaining Mercy wolves collapsed, their chests heaving, their eyes bulging as they clawed at their own throats in the absolute silence of the vacuum.The Second Prime wasn't just breaking the North; he was deleting the very chemistry of life.Ga-chi. Ga-chi.The grinding in my neck had stopped, replaced by a terrifying, airless stillness. My obsidian arm—the senseless, stone-dead monument—vibrated with a cold, ultraviolet light. It didn't need oxygen. It didn't need a heartbeat. It was a witness to the void, and for the first time in my life, my disability was the only thing keeping me upright in a wor

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