HUMANITY’S TERMINUS (3) Son Yoo-jung and Morta Singer sprinted across the warehouse grounds of the System Control Branch. “Out of the way!” From the sky above, countless Hokseung in pursuit hurled pitch-black chains down toward the ground. “Yoojung! Above!” Even before Morta Singer’s warning finished, Son Yoo-jung was already whipping her twin Ruyi cudgels through the air. Sparks flew from...
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