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Chapter 106: Corrupted Blood

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Catherine's lie, though subtle, pierced Jack's heart like the finest ice spike.

He didn't press her. In the cold blue light of the command center, while the rest of the team analyzed the new threat posed by Vance, he simply gave her a deep look. In that look, there was no accusation, only a profound, wounded confusion. And Catherine, for the first time, couldn't meet his gaze. She abruptly turned away, feigning intense focus on the data stream on the screen, but Jack could smell the su

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    They emerged from the golden cracks like survivors crawling from wreckage.Jack hit the crystallized chamber floor first, his body reassembling from informational wireframe into flesh and bone with a jarring physicality that sent waves of pain through his cracked ribs and burned hands. Katherine materialized beside him, her tactical suit soaked with sweat that had not existed in the Source Code but which her body had apparently been producing in sympathy with her consciousness's exertion."How long were we down?" Jack asked, his voice raw."Four hours, seventeen minutes," Mercy reported from her position beside Haley, where the three-hundred-year-old child had been maintaining a steady supply of potato chips and reality television commentary with the solemn dedication of a priestess tending a sacred flame.Haley was still singing. Still glowing pink. Still alive."The failsafe?" Marcus's voice came from the borehole entrance, where the massive Beta was propp

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    The sentinels came in waves. The first wave was three. Jack dispatched them with creation energy bursts from the gauntlet, each one overwriting the hostile cutting-song with silence. The void-language fragments dissolved harmlessly into the Source Code's ambient data. The second wave was seven. They coordinated, attacking from multiple angles, their cutting-songs harmonizing into frequencies that the gauntlet's barrier could not fully block. Jack took damage. Not physical damage. Informational damage. His wireframe outline frayed at the edges, tiny pieces of his consciousness flickering like a bad signal. He adapted. Instead of blocking the cutting-song, he redirected it. The gauntlet's analysis function identified the sentinels' harmonic frequency and reversed the phase, turning their own song against them. Four sentinels collapsed from their own reflected acoustic assault. Jack handled the remaining three with raw creation energy. The third wave was twelve. And

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    The entrance to the Night Market was not a place you could find on any map. It was a tear in the fabric of reality, a shimmering distortion of air tucked away in the grimy, forgotten alley behind a 24-hour laundromat in Queens. To the mundane eye, it was nothing more than heat haze rising from a

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    The air in the spectral exchange hall of the Night Market was cold, but a chill far deeper settled into Jack’s bones. Twelve hours. In twelve hours, his own face and name would be broadcast to a network of supernatural assassins, mercenaries, and monsters, each one eager to claim the exorbi

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