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CHAPTER 99: THE AWAKENING IN THE FLESH

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ALPHA VANCE’S POV

The ironwood reinforcement bar exploded into a shower of wooden splinters as the doors of the hovel were blown off their leather hinges.

The shockwave of the blast hit my iron breastplate like a falling boulder, throwing my frame three steps backward into the wet clay of the floor. My teeth ground together as a thick cloud of gray soot and hot ash blinded my sight, the temperature inside the rib-lined structure instantly skyrocketing fifty degrees as the cosmic fire of t
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