Fracture Point

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Episode 8: Fracture Point The air tasted of ash and metal, a gritty film coating Jae-min’s tongue as he coughed, his chest heaving against the weight of the debris pressing down on him. The shockwave from the detonation still echoed in his bones, a deep, resonant hum that made his teeth ache. He blinked through the dust, vision swimming, the world a blur of gray and flickering orange. Somewhere nearby, a low groan cut through the ringing in his ears—Hana, or maybe Seo-yeon. He couldn’t tell. His hands scrabbled against the rubble, fingers clawing at jagged edges, sharp pain slicing through his palm as he shoved a slab of concrete aside. “Anyone… still breathing?” His voice came out raw, barely audible over the distant crackle of collapsing structures. The breach zone stretched around them, a scarred wasteland of shattered buildings and molten asphalt, the air thick with the stench of burnt wiring and something sour, unnatural. The structure they’d targeted—the towering, impossible thing that had pulsed with alien light—was still there, partially obscured by a veil of smoke. Its silhouette loomed, jagged and wrong, like a splinter driven into the skin of reality itself. A grunt answered him, followed by the scrape of boots on gravel. “Yeah. Barely.” Hana’s voice, strained but alive. Jae-min turned his head, wincing as a...