Chapter 23
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​"The Hive-Mind of Xyla," Freya whispered, her breath hitching. She stepped back as a vine nearby twitched, its surface covered in thousands of tiny, hair-like sensors. "It’s not just growing. It’s processing."

​"Don't touch the leaves," Han Jin warned, raising his hand to halt Miller and the other engineers. "These vines don't eat your flesh. They eat your data. If you brush against them, the Hive-Mind will pull your memories, your skills, and your fears into its central network. That’s how it
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