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Chapter 333: His Second Demise At Her Hands
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Every crack in the pavement, every collapsing wall, and every shuddering groan of this broken city reminded me that time was against me. The Fenrir’s Marker wasn’t slowing down—it was accelerating. Cleansing, yes. But not gently. Not with care. It wasn’t looking to save.
It was looking to finish.
I shifted mid-run, my bones rearranging with a tight snap that no longer shocked me. Fur rippled across my spine, claws scraped over fractured stone, and my vision sharp ...
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