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The smell of blood mixed with decay hit him like a wave, making him frown involuntarily. His face paled when he saw the dark red chunks of flesh mixed with bits of bones in the bag, hands trembling as he gripped the bag. "This…they're truly monsters!" Zack said, his tone filled with pity. After putting on gloves, he carefully took all the chunks of flesh and bits of bones out of the bag. "This is just too cruel!" Zack's eyes reddened, looking beyond enraged. Seeing him like this, I suddenly recalled how, three years ago, his eyes were just as red in anger—all because I was kneeling at the door, begging him not to kick me out.

"I am the first successful Phase 4 subject. And I am here to retrieve my original code." Marcus dragged Liora away forcefully, while in the distance, a massive explosion echoed from the direction of London Mavric had begun his assault. END OF CHAPTER 100..

Damon shouts. He fires, Zara shoots, Helena throws, Cutter draws his pistol and starts firing. Mira stays behind me, her small hand in mine, her body trembling but her eyes steady. And I raise my hand. The power surges through me, hot, cold, everything, nothing. It builds in my chest, it burns in my veins, it explodes out of me like a wave. The Corrupted don't stand a chance. They're thrown backward, their bodies crumpling like paper, their screams cut short. They hit the ground and they don't get up.

he greeted, extending his hand. She placed a vial in his palm. Renzo uncorked it and poured the contents over his claws. His gaze darkened to match hers, corruption bleeding through him. We collided again. His poisoned strike tore across my chest, burning like fire searing through my veins. I collapsed, writhing, agony shredding every nerve. Renzo planted his foot on my chest and twisted cruelly.

Chapter 42: Belong The return to the main house was a walk through a ghostly aftermath. The emergency lights were still on, casting long, dramatic shadows across hallways littered with broken glass from shattered sensors and the occasional dark splatter that wasn’t water. The air smelled of cordite, ozone, and the sharp, clean scent of industrial antiseptic already being used to scrub away the night’s violence.

he coughed and struggled for air, when Corinne crushed his neck to the point of making his bones crack “Okay, okay… Maybe I heard some names here and there. I don't know everything, but I've already caught the spoiled brat who likes to boss us around calling the hot bitch who's always with him to…” With a growl of disgust, Hunter gritted his teeth when, instead of continuing that sentence, the mercenary practically vomited blood over Corinne, causing her to drop him to the ground and leave him free to writhe in pure agony as every drop of his blood it seemed to be oozing out of the orifices in his body. It was certainly a disturbing scene to behold, but still the only thing Hunter could focu

With Conrad’s physical capabilities, he was less tired than he was stuck. All of a sudden, a rancid odour attacked everyone’s nostrils. Some even gagged from it. Even Angie’s eyes watered. What was that stink? It was horrifying that they could smell it through their masks. Everyone looked around while waving their hands, trying to locate the source of the stink. Fumes rising from the bottom of their boots caught Angie’s attention. She raised her foot up and realised that the soles were corroding away. /It didn’t get this bad in the book./

She spoke of the sequence errors in Chapter 14, the times the logic of the world had faltered, and the moments of pure, un-scripted chaos that had defined their survival. ​The "Error-Resonance" acted like an acid on the Ink-Man’s form. The black ink began to run, dripping off the entity in heavy, dark globs that dissolved into the pearlescent mist of the void. ​The Author’s Retreat ​The Respiration began to regain its depth. The colors returned to the command deck, the "Living Wood" pulsing once more with a deep, emerald health. Nora’s amber glow flared back to life, stronger and more vibrant than ever.

TRIGGER WARNING !!! [This chapter contains themes of violence, asphyxiation, murder, and death in a graphic and intense manner. Reader discretion is strongly advised. If you are sensitive to these kind of scenes, please proceed with caution. Your well-being matters, so if this content is distressing, feel free to skip or take breaks as needed.] Chapter 67: Wiped Out

she whispered, weakly pressing her face against my arm. "I am here. I will not let you go," I said, burying my face in her neck. Her scent was still there, pine and rain, but the spicy warmth that had once enchanted me was gone. As time passed, Corin’s condition did not improve. The pain came in waves. Sometimes her body stiffened in my arms, her nails digging into my skin as she tried to stifle cries of agony. Her muscles spasmed, as if her own body was punishing her for spending all of her magic.