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... n National Bank smelled of ozone and rapidly cooling plasma.
Vahn Ryker stood over the fading pixelated ash of Orion, the Level 60 Mythic assassin sent to murder his sister.
The threat was neutralized but the victory felt hollow.
Outside the shattered floor-to-ceiling windows, the physical world was actively dying.
Vahn walked back to the glass as his Verdant Chronos-Sight spun online with a soft humming resonance.
The ten-block radius of the White City wa ...
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