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The Bloodline War

作者: Odunayo
last update 公開日: 2026-04-24 03:29:10

Chapter 6: The Bloodline War

The Scrapper Slums didn't just look like a graveyard; they smelled like one. The air was thick with the scent of burnt rubber, rusted iron, and the ozone that lingered after a Void-spike. We had ditched the armored SUV three miles back, slipping into the neon-choked labyrinth of the Lower Districts where the High Council’s drones struggled to track heat signatures through the smog of the illegal refineries.

Dante was leaning heavily on me, his breathing shallow and
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