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Then he was gone, a pale streak against the bruised sky, leaving behind only the faint echo of heavy footsteps and the promise that somewhere in the dark, Whitezilla was watching.

Whitezilla vanished. Optical camouflage that even heat sensors couldn’t track. A whisper of white static, then crack —the leader’s arm was broken in three places, the knife clattering to the wet ground. Whitezilla scooped the girl into his arms. Her tears mixed with the rain. whitezilla

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