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... r a room; it was a kill box.
Snow swirled in through the torn roof, mixing with the dust of shattered machinery and the metallic tang of blood.
In the center of the chaos stood General Vargr, a seven-foot Lycan monstrosity radiating an aura so dense it distorted the air.
He was A-Rank. In a fair fight, he would slaughter us in under a minute.
But we weren’t fighting fair. We were fighting for survival.
"Leon! Anchor!" I shouted, my voice cracking from ...
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