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... berate steps, boots echoing against the soaked concrete as he passed the shattered remnants of test chambers and deactivated containment cells. His sword was already drawn—a wicked, black-forged blade wreathed in dark Chi, the corrupted essence flickering like obsidian fire.
The shadows recoiled from him.
At the far end of the corridor, framed by broken halogen lights and mist from exposed coolant pipes, stood Alex. Cloaked in a mantle of demonic energy, his red eyes glowed like ...
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