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Chapter 313 The Eagle's Eye
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Hanin and Professor Riyad's eyes were fixed on the drone feeds, specifically the one tracking Ali. They had watched him crawl through the wreckage, a desperate scavenger piecing together his own survival. Hanin’s hands had been clasped tightly together, her knuckles white, as she witnessed his struggle.

When he finally stood, the patched-together helmet flickering to life on his head, a collective, silent cheer went through the room. When he and Haitham, moving as a single, battered unit, began to systematically clear the remaining Ghouls from their sector, Professor Riyad let out a breath he didn't realize he’d been holding.

“He truly has surpassed every expectation,” the Professor murmured, a note of paternal pride breaking through his usual clinical tone. “The system integration was crude, but he made it work. His ability to adapt is… unprecedented.”

Hanin, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears of relief and admiration, shook her head. “It’s not just that, Professor. We all thought
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