Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 113: The Council’s Chains Tighten1. Ashes of a BrotherThe forest reeked of burnt iron and blood. The wolves moved slowly among the fallen, lifting the wounded, whispering the names of the dead. There was no joy in their survival, no victory in the silence that followed.Azael stood apart, his claws blackened, his chest rising and falling with the weight of something no fire could cleanse. Kael’s broken body lay at his feet, chains still hissing faintly as the last of their power dissolved into smoke.Lyra approached cautiously, her steps deliberate, her voice soft.“He chose his path, Azael. You gave him mercy, even in his end.”Azael’s gaze didn’t leave the corpse. His voice was gravel.“Mercy would have been saving him before the chains claimed him. What I gave was fire. Nothing more.”For the first time, Lyra did not argue. She only stood beside him, her silence t

Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 115: The Silver Inferno1. The Breaking PointThe battlefield burned. Wolves screamed, the air thick with ash and blood. The Behemoth’s second head thrashed, belching black fire that turned trees into pillars of molten coal.Azael clung to its back, his claws buried deep into the searing hide. The Sutra roared inside him, every verse clawing at his mind:Unchain yourself. Burn them all. Become what you were made to be.His body trembled. His veins glowed faintly beneath his skin, silver light leaking through every scar.Below, Lyra staggered to her feet. She snatched her moonblade from the dirt, her arms shaking, blood dripping from her jaw. Her eyes locked onto Azael above, fighting alone against the impossible.“Don’t give in to it!” she screamed, her voice hoarse but fierce. “You’re not its slave—you’re ours!”Her cry cut through the Sutra’s whispers for a

Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 117: The Dreaming Flame1. The Fire InsideDarkness pressed in.Azael floated in it, weightless, his body drifting through a void that wasn’t silence but a low, endless hum—like the sound of blood roaring in the ears of a dying man.And then came the fire.It curled around him in tendrils of silver and black, licking his skin without burning. It whispered in a thousand voices that were all his own.“You let me out.”“You tasted it.”“And now you’ll never lock me away again.”Azael snarled, struggling, but there were no chains here. No ground. No sky. Just flame and whispers.“Show yourself!” he roared.The fire answered.From the void, a figure stepped forward. His figure was tall, broad-shouldered, his face half-hidden beneath a wolf’s skull. The silver flame burned in his veins like rivers of molten light. His eyes—Azael’s eyes—glo

Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 119: The Executioner Descends1. Quiet Before the StormThe camp was still.The wolves had finally settled, though the unease in their eyes had not faded. They whispered of fire and shadows, of their Alpha standing against the Sutra’s curse and bending it.But Azael sat apart from them, his body wrapped in bandages that steamed faintly where the fire had seared him. Lyra knelt at his side, her own palm blistered raw, though she had said nothing of her pain.“You shouldn’t have touched me,” Azael murmured, his voice rough as broken stone.Lyra’s lips curved faintly, though her eyes were soft.“If I hadn’t, you’d be gone. You think I’d stand by and watch you burn?”He turned, silver eyes dim but steady.“And what if next time I can’t pull it back? What if the Sutra devours me whole, and all that’s left is the monster?”She reached, pressing her ruined hand a