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... ulse that was almost human. Almost alive. The relic-machine—half forgotten, half worshipped—dimmed as Kiro stepped back from it. His hands twitched, energy coiling through his veins like wildfire in oil.
Sanguine Bloom.
The skill had etched itself into him—violently. He could still feel where the thorns had grown beneath his skin, ready to burst from muscle and marrow with a single thought.
Around him, the bunker stirred.
The rebels, no longer just survivors, look ...
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