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CHEN’S SHADOWS AND SOFIA’S VEILED PACT

last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-01-19 16:01:09

Luca’s POV

The Berlin hub’s vault chamber felt like a tomb closing in—steel walls vibrating with the hum of servers, the holographic displays flickering with data streams that seemed to pulse in sync with my racing heart. The retinal scan had unlocked the core, but the blood sample protocol hung unfinished, the small slot on the panel glowing an impatient red. Dante and Rocco’s voices echoed faintly from the corridor muffled shouts, fists pounding on the sealed door but the hub’s defenses held.
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