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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & NINETY-EIGHT: FAULTLINE.

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last update Last Updated: 2025-05-29 17:56:10

AXEL’S POV:

Ryan’s voice twisted behind me, but I didn’t hear what he said. It didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was getting to them.

I sprinted down the hallway, ignoring the confusion in the corridors, the alarms that hadn’t started yet but would. I could feel it in my bones—something terrible was coming.

But I was too late.

The explosion hit.

A deafening boom.

Then everything went white.

The floor buckled beneath me. Walls fractured like dry bones. Ceiling panels collapsed in bursts of smoke and fire. Shards of glass rained like knives. Flames leapt into the corridor like they’d been waiting.

I slammed into the floor, rolling hard, coughing through the dust and grit.

Chaos surged all around me.

Screams.

Metal creaking.

Someone crying out for help.

“Get back!” I barked, pushing to my feet as emergency sprinklers hissed above. “Everyone out—now! Secure the west wing and evacuate the lower floors!”

Baron’s voice punched through the smoke on the comms.

“We’ve got breach teams
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