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CHAPTER 145: The First Battle

Author: Evve
last update publish date: 2026-04-15 01:23:52

POV: Neoma

Thermal waves hit my face. The light leached the shadows from the concrete, turning the night into a flat, blinding white.

The first artillery barrage hit the decoys. The ground didn't just shake; it pulsed with a rhythmic, mechanical violence. Pressure slammed into my chest—no air, no sound for a fraction of a second—just a blunt impact that drove the breath from my lungs. My eardrums throbbed with the weight of the displaced air. I tasted copper in my mouth.

I stood on top of the a
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