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The reinforced glass erupted into a massive web of fractures. Countless razor-sharp shards blasted outward. The skin across Alexander's knuckles split open instantly. Flesh peeled back. Dark-gold blood streamed down the shattered surface. He didn't even flinch. Not once. The overwhelming physical force severed the AI's neural infiltration network on the spot. Silence swallowed the ruins. The red lights inside the control systems died completely. Alexander tore off his heavy tactical coat. The ruined shirt still hung from his muscular torso. Then he turned. Crossed the distance in long strides.

The glow between his scales fades. I collapse to my knees, broken, my body steaming, every breath scraping like glass. But we did it. The dome shatters above us, collapsing like falling glass. Through the haze, dark figures swoop down from the sky—black-clad, blades flashing as they tear into the High Ranks with inhuman precision. Shapeshifters. One of them lands near me. His mouth moves, his voice urgent, but the words blur. I answer somehow, though it isn’t me speaking.

“I don’t like stress. Shift!” Nora shoved back, and for a second, I thought it would turn into a full-blown fight.. Then the door creaked open. Mr. Ben, our form teacher, walked in, paused, and took in the scene like someone had just dumped cold coffee on his shoes. “What’s going on here?” Everyone froze. Except Nora, who immediately tried to explain and compose herself at the same time,tossing her hair like nothing happened. But Mr. Ben wasn’t buying it.

A ripple crawled across the floor like liquid glass, bouncing from one reflective shard to another. Ramirez’s voice fell to a whisper. “It’s moving…” The containment glass shattered inward with a shriek like tearing metal. Shards hung suspended for a breathless instant before clattering down in a storm of razor edges. Subject Zero unfolded from the wreckage, its body a grotesque shimmer between liquid and flesh. Limbs elongated in unnatural geometry, joints bending where no joint should exist. Its face — or something wearing the suggestion of one — tilted toward them, mirrored eyes glinting with a terrible intelligence.

The static in my scar whispers: *Go. --- **The Shattered Keep** We find the first monolith in a valley of glass. Its surface is a mosaic of frozen moments: Kael reloading his rifle, Veyra's thorns strangling a hybrid, the Hunter's roots devouring a star. Jarek touches the monolith, and the glass *moves*. **"Intruders,"** it booms, images fracturing into a swarm of crystalline insects. They burrow into his prosthetic, reprogramming it into a weapon. He screams as the metal twists, aiming at Ravel.

It can decimate the entire warehouse in an instant! Violet kept screaming. "Are you insane? That means you won't be able to survive as well!" Daniel exclaimed, "I never planned to survive from the start! Kevin's the reason why my life is ruined! I want him to die with me no matter what!" At that moment, Kevin rushed up to Daniel and began beating him up by punching him repeatedly. He might be a forensic doctor, but he hung out with police officers all year round and picked up some moves from them.

Chapter Fifty Eight : Behind the Mask Outside, the wind howled, battering against the windows of this small, isolated cabin they had picked out for their hideout. The night was thick with eerie silence, save the occasional rustle of leaves or the low hum of the car engine, idling some distance away. Inside, in the cabin, it was choking and tense as Rachel and Vanessa stood in front of the old wooden mirror, with their reflections staring back—two women on the brink of something dangerous, irreversible.

Like I need to shed it and grow something new. Two minutes. I drop to my knees. The pain's starting. Not the transformation yet, just the warning. The preview of what's coming. Then the moon rises. The transformation hits me like a freight train. One second I'm kneeling on my living room floor, the next second my bones are breaking. Not breaking like a fracture. Breaking like they're being deliberately shattered into pieces so they can reform into something else. I scream. Can't help it. The sound that comes out isn't entirely human. It's got this animal quality to it, this howl underneath the scream.

The criminals and the murderers. “You go and tell the assistant bots to cover the city. Let Asphalt and Code Nine be with you, too. And I’ll be going to the headquarters to operate the transformers.” Transformers? But those are… “What about me?” Xiao asked instantly, as she stood up from bed, “Will I just hide and stay here?” “Yes, as you have to.” “There’s no way.” “I won’t let you sleep for a month, thinking whether you’re still alive or not. There’s no way, yes, that I would want myself to suffer with that again. I don’t want that, Xiao.”

Lydia said. The entire facility began to shake. The curved glass walls shattered. The High District power grid didn't just flicker; it reversed. The lights across the city turned violet for a single, terrifying second before every transformer in the District exploded. Lydia carried Adrian toward the exit. She picked up June on the way, throwing her over her shoulder with a strength that shouldn't have been possible. Thorne tried to run, but the floor beneath him opened up. He vanished into the dark depths of the pylon without a sound.