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Chapter 343: Sweeping Zone 8 (Part 3)
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... nst the dead hybrid’s shirt. His movements were measured, but his mind was racing. A quiet unease crept in, subtle but persistent, like fog rolling in over still water. None of this fit together. Not cleanly. Not logically.
If these hybrids were already hiding in the city... then why now? Why tonight?
His eyes flicked to Nyxie, still perched on his shoulder, silent and still, her gaze sharper than ever—too knowing for comfort.
"They’re being triggered," he said aloud, voi ...
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