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... oulder like flames that flared, cooled a second, then roared back twice as fierce.
He blinked, white ceiling above. Sharp, clean scent in the air. Machines ticking slow beside him. A medic, older, looked down, worn out, palms humming with pale green light.
"Easy. Don’t try to sit up yet. That Panther got you good. Claw marks down to bone. You’re lucky it wasn’t poisoned."
Leon’s mind was foggy, slow. Yet the dark force inside him kept twisting - foreign, off somehow.
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