Author's Note: Do Not Unlock.
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The corridor exploded into chaos.
Gunfire ripped through the air like tearing fabric, muzzle flashes strobing the darkness as Oni soldiers poured in from reinforced blast doors on both sides. These weren't the disposable guards Aleman's team had torn through earlier — their movements were sharper, coordinated, and backed by enhanced reflexes. Several wore glowing veins beneath their skin, unmistakable signs of Fruit of Corruption consumption.
"Contact front and rear!" Sable shouted.
Aleman didn't hesitate.
"Form up!" His voice cut through the noise. "Ridge, front wall. Vera, suppress sound on our six. Dante— burn lanes, controlled!"
The team snapped into motion instantly.
Ridge slammed his fists into the ground.
CRRRK—!
