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... hat didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. The healing came with agony. Bones snapped back into place with brutal force, tendons reknit in bursts of burning light, and muscles stitched together like threads drawn by a divine, merciless sewing machine.
All around him, the fog pressed in.
It wasn’t quiet. Hidden within the gloom, faint screams and distant shouts echoed—his teammates, lost in the mist. He couldn’t see them, but he didn’t need to.
He could feel them.
Every threa ...
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