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Chapter 61: The Shattered Sky

作者: Edwinayuss
last update 公開日: 2026-08-15 16:48:26

The upper corridor of the Cologny fortress was no longer a hall of alabaster and sterile silence; it had become a jagged, smoke-filled throat of chaos. The air was thick with the acrid, biting scent of high-explosive cordite and the pulverized white dust of drywall. Through the haze, the rhythmic, thunderous boom of tactical shotguns played a discordant symphony against the sharp, rapid-fire chatter of the mercenaries’ suppressed automatic rifles.

Julian and Elena didn't run; they moved like a
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