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The rifle felt alive in his hands. Its fire rate was terrifying, a rhythmic staccato that turned long-range precision into a torrential downpour of lead. He loved the way the bullet split mid-flight, a hidden trick that tripled the lethality for those who knew the exact distance to stand.

The wind howled across the Dust, kicking up a biting slurry of sand that scoured the paint from any vehicle brave enough to traverse the flats. Behind the jagged rocks of the Friendship Gulag, a lone assassin checked the chamber of his rifle. To many, it was just a tool; to Zer0, it was a masterpiece of Vladof engineering known as the Lyuda. Lyuda.rar

Now, perched on a ridge overlooking a Hyperion convoy, Zer0 looked through the scope. He didn't see enemies; he saw targets. He didn't hear the roar of the loaders; he heard the potential of his weapon. The rifle felt alive in his hands

"Farming took its toll / But the orange glow remains / Death in every shot." The wind howled across the Dust, kicking up