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Chapter 390: The Door Between Worlds

Author: Fuyingwen
last update publish date: 2026-03-30 19:57:02

Six hours and twelve minutes until the armada's estimated arrival. The Mumbai Hungry was accelerating.

Marcus Thorne stood at the intersection of what had been a residential district in South Mumbai, his golden shield expanded to maximum diameter, sweat pouring down his face despite the sub-zero temperature radiating from the entity consuming the city behind him.

The Hungry was no longer a contained ball of compressed want. It had shed its junk-data shell like a snake molting, and w
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