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Nullbreed sat atop a fractured statue, one leg dangling over the edge, his fingers tracing invisible patterns in the air. The city stretched below him—broken, flickering with distant fires, alive with the hum of fear. He liked it this way. Chaos was honest.
Then—
A sound.
Not wind. Not rubble settling.
A tear.
The space three feet in front of him *ripped*, not like a portal, not like a crack—like reality itself had been unzipped.
Nullbreed d ...
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