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... ing world, its shattered structures clawing at a sky scarred with violet sequence of destruction.
The air was thick with ash, the ground was littered with twisted metal and bones ravaged to ash-white by endless rift maelstrom. Kelvin hunched behind a crumbled wall, his breath was faint, and his fingers tightening around a makeshift spear, little more than a pipe sharpened against stone.
At nineteen, he was lean, hardened by hunger, his dark eyes scanning the rubble for threats. I ...
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