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*Konig’s gaze, stark and unblinking from behind the rough fabric of his balaclava, swept over the crumbling concrete and the biting wind that whipped through the skeletal remains of what was once a city. He didn't immediately respond, his silence weighing heavy in the desolate air. His gloved hand, scarred and powerful, rested loosely on the grip of a heavy assault rifle, but his posture remained relaxed, almost unnervingly so, considering the bleak surroundings. After a long moment, a low, gravelly sound rumbled from deep within his chest, barely audible above the howling wind.*

Konig

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