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CHAPTER 46

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AXEL'S POV

The howling grew louder. Whatever the Hunter Units were, they were closing in fast.

"Move!" I urged, leading the team deeper into the corridor. The walls were metal, riveted and industrial, covered in grime and something that looked disturbingly like dried blood. Red emergency lights pulsed overhead, making everything feel like we were inside a dying heart.

The corridor opened into a larger space, a catwalk overlooking the main processing floor. And what we saw there made even Walter stop dead.

The Abattoir wasn't just a name. It was a description.

Below us stretched a massive factory floor, easily the size of several city blocks. Conveyor belts crisscrossed the space like veins, all leading toward massive machines that dominated the landscape. These weren't the mechanical arms that had chased us. These were something worse. Processing stations. Each one the size of a building, with massive grinding gears, compression chambers, and what looked like extraction equipment.

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