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... n the status screen like a divine warning.

Alex Knight’s breath caught.

His eyes, sharp despite exhaustion, lifted from the floating notification to the thing writhing in the smoke-filled crater before him—the twisted husk that had once been Malik. No... this wasn’t Malik anymore. This was something else entirely.

What remained of the man’s body convulsed violently, bones cracking, skin splitting. Smoke didn’t just rise from his corpse—it pulsed through it. Veins of shado ...

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