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Night had fallen over the fractured ruins of the Eastern Corridor, but nothing about this night resembled the world Kuro once knew. Overhead, the sky flickered like a dying screen—glitching streaks of violet and sharp white light cutting through the darkness as if the heavens themselves were buffering. Aya steadied her breath, hand pressed firmly over her chest as she crouched behind a broken concrete wall. Kuro stood beside her, every muscle tight, every nerve alert, because somethin ...
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