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"Silas, draw them off. Mira, cover him. Kael, get to that drone," Jax commanded, her eye pulsing with a rapid cadence. The battle was swift and brutal

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They found the drone wedged between two massive girders, its sleek white hull a stark contrast to the grime surrounding it. But it wasn't alone. A pack of Scav-Hounds, twisted amalgamations of flesh and chrome, circled the wreckage, their eyes glowing with a malevolent red light. Kael, meanwhile, worked with feverish intensity, his fingers

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