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Previously

…He knew, with a certainty that chilled him to the bone, that this was far from over. Zyir was still out there, his hunger unappeased, his dark ritual continuing. And Miller, despite the pain, despite the setbacks, would not rest. He would hunt the phantom, chase the ghost, and expose the darkness that lurked beneath the city’s glittering facade. He would find Zyir, even if it meant diving headfirst into the abyss. The city was his hunting ground, and he would not let the monster claim another soul without a fight. He turned, his gaze fixed on the horizon, a grim determination settling on his features. The phantom’s trail was cold, but it was not lost. Not yet.