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... low in Buster’s eyes. Three years of survival had beaten one lesson into his skull above all others: when you’re outclassed, you run.
Pride was for corpses.
The math was brutally simple. Awakened humans weren’t just stronger—they operated on a completely different level. Enhanced reflexes that could track a crossbow bolt mid-flight. Superhuman strength that could punch through concrete. Active skills that bent reality around their will.
And that was just the baseline stuf ...
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