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Their faces drained of color, eyes wide with raw, unfiltered terror. I could see it in the way their bodies tensed, hands clenching into fists that trembled slightly. A few stepped back involuntarily, as if the flames might leap the barriers and claim them next. This was insane. And I could tell Cassian had only used a little of his power. What would happen if he went all out? Whispers broke the hush: "Impossible. . .that's the Reaper's fire. . ." "Only one other Reaper has ever possessed it before"

This time the Vipers stood over their dead without flinching. It was clean work in its own way — smart, fast, and brutal. The Vipers hit the Reapers supply hub and left nothing worth saving. Burned servers, shredded papers, and three Reapers with broken arms for picking the wrong side. No speeches. No fair fights. Just business.

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Reaper stood in the doorway. Calm. Still. Smiling. Not a big smile. Not a cruel one. A knowing one. Like he’d been waiting for this moment. Like he’d been waiting for me. I pressed myself against the wall, shaking so hard my teeth chattered. “Please—please don’t—” He stepped into the truck. The men around me went silent. Reaper crouched in front of me, his face inches from mine. His eyes were dark, unreadable, terrifyingly calm.

It struck the ground a dozen feet in front of them. Where the beam hit, the scrubby grass, the tough little weeds, the hardy insects, everything simply… turned grey. Not dead. It was still standing, but all color, all vitality, was instantly leeched from it. It became a perfect, static sculpture of its former self, frozen in a moment of absolute apathy. A Reaper. That's what the Overseer had written. Deploy Reapers to sanitize the sector. Their weapon didn't kill. It preserved in a state of non-life. It was the ultimate expression of the Grey Sorrow's philosophy.

And he didn't feel like being subjected to the same questions over and over. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> How are you feeling? When do you think you'll be ready to play? _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> And now. Santos Khyle scored while you were away, and the Reapers won. What do you think about that? _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

Reaper apologises to me, half laughing. Once he is unblocked, it takes a few moments to find him. His head is busy, a mess and I can hear him shouting at something or someone. It was like I had stepped into someones messy garage. Everything was so jumbled and chaotic, not at all like the Lucian that I thought I knew! "Is this what my head looks like?" I ask Reaper but she doesn't answer. I guess that I am on my own. “What are you doing?” he roars at me as he realises whats happening.

The reapers extended its finger apart with its plam facing the floor. In less than a minut, several jagged pillars ruby quarts sported infront of us. “Red, what are you doing?,” Daryl asked Adrian. “That wasn’t me,” “Up here Baldy,” The reaper smiled. “And that’s not all,” The android took his other hand, surging it with xenon energy similar to Daryl, and slashed a crescent shape wave destroying part of the pillars. “That reaper has our power,” Rick said. “Bingo Primal,”

"Can you trace financial transactions? Figure out where Reaper's getting his funding?" "I can try. But it'll take time. And if he's using shell companies, offshore accounts—" "Do it anyway. We need something." Sarah nodded and pulled out her laptop. For the next hour, we pieced together what we knew. Reaper had access to military-grade weapons. Professional mercenaries. High-level explosives. That took money. Lots of it. "The Nevada MC," Marcus said suddenly. "They've been trying to move into our territory for years. What if Reaper made a deal with them?"

he said, voice low, filled with something that sounded like sorrow—and rage. Light exploded around us and the tomb trembled as if the world itself recoiled and as darkness swallowed me, I heard it, his heartbeat, steady and ancient, thudding in perfect time with mine. That was the night the Reaper woke.