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Chapter 88: The Point of no Return, I
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... ragged, his armor fractured and scorched. Green thread-light flickered weakly across his limbs, struggling to hold its form. His double-bladed sword, now chipped and cracked, hung from his hand like dead weight.
The walls around him bore deep gouges where earlier clashes had torn through steel like paper.
Then came the next wave.
Seven aliens surged from the smoke. They struck with terrifying coordination. The first slammed Lucien backward, crushing his ribs beneath a bru ...
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