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Vaelia

I pull the trigger, and the gunshot echoes through the air, the bullet hitting the rogue right in the neck.

He staggers, his hands flying to the wound, his shocked eyes locking onto mine. But he doesn’t stop—he keeps coming.

Panic rushes through me. I know if I don’t finish him off now, it will be trouble.

He picks up speed, lunging toward me, and I pull the trigger twice more. The bullets