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Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen: Forge of Fury
Author: Blessing Natasha
last update2025-09-20 17:34:02

Kael retreated to the shadows of an abandoned tower overlooking the city, the weight of his own storm pressing him into the cold concrete walls. The chaos he had left behind—the shattered terminals, the spilled blood, the silent enforcers—echoed in his mind like a drumbeat he could neither silence nor escape.

He sank to the floor, arms wrapped around his knees, and let the fury simmer. It wasn’t just anger; it was everything he had held back until this moment: grief, regret, self-loathing. Each emotion intertwined, sharpening into a weapon he could wield—or a poison that could consume him entirely.

The city hummed below, indifferent to the human tempest perched above it. Lights flickered, distant alarms sounded, and the pulse of the Syndicate’s machinery reached even this secluded vantage. Kael’s jaw clenched. Every system he had destroyed, every strike he had made, had been a blow—but superficial. They had felt it, yes. But it had not hurt them the way Lina’s absence hurt him.

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