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“My own world?” She shook her head. “My nightmare.”

Sonya tightened the grip on her weapon.

“Have it your way.”

They refused her offer of surrender so anything that happened would be on them. She triggered Apollyon, letting loose with a beam of destruction. She aimed low, cutting across the roof and front wall, collapsing the structure beneath them. She walked to the edge of her own rooftop and aimed down at the debris while the dust settled.

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