Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of War Chapter 51: The Council’s Game The Silence of Law The battlefield hung in impossible stillness. The Oath had been spoken. The raven’s black feathers hovered mid-air like frozen knives. The serpent’s coils loosened from bleeding wolves. The lion’s throat closed, his roar caged within his mask. Every wolf stared in disbelief. The Alpha, battered and broken, had stopped gods and Council alike with nothing but words. The Nine stood unmoving, masks gleaming, cloaks shifting like storms contained. The dragon-mask tilted his head, ember eyes narrowing. His voice was low thunder. “You bind yourself with law. Clever wolf. Too clever. You forget—laws are cages. And cages break.” The Wolves’ Relief Wolves staggered upright, panting, clinging to each other. For the first time since the gods stirred, hope flickered. Lyra limped to Azael’s side, her body cracked, her moonblade now only a shard. She pressed her bloody hand against his chest. “You boug

Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of War Chapter 53: The Nine Shadows Unleashed The Breath Before the Storm The battlefield was silence wrapped in smoke. Wolves huddled close, their bodies battered but their eyes lit with new fire. They had witnessed the impossible: their Alpha had broken the unbreakable, forged law into weapon. Yet silence was not victory. The Nine stood, masks cracked and trembling, but not fallen. Their shadows stretched long across the ruins, writhing, deepening, swallowing light. Lyra whispered, voice tight with dread. “They’re… changing.” Azael’s silver claws trembled with new power, but his gaze remained steady. “Not changing. Revealing.” The Council’s True Faces The stag-mask was the first. Antlers erupted into black steel, splitting skyward. His body doubled, tripled in height, muscles shredding armor as hooves struck stone like thunder. His mask melted into bone, revealing eyes of fire. The raven-mask shrieked, wings exploding outward into storms of s

Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 55: The Tenth ShadowThe Ashes of VerdictThe battlefield burned in silver and ash. Wolves stood dazed but unbroken, their howls echoing victory. The shattered scale of the Black Verdict lay in ruin, obsidian shards dissolving into mist.Azael stood at the center, silver fire wreathing his frame, claws dripping both shadow and light. His eyes were calm, yet storming with infinite weight.The Nine staggered. Masks cracked. Forms bleeding void. For the first time in eons, they looked afraid.The stag roared, voice shivering.“This cannot be. The Verdict never fails. Not even gods escape it!”The raven hissed, wings smoking.“He has devoured paradox. He wields both verdict and sin. He writes laws where none exist.”The faceless judge trembled, voice cracking.“He carries judgment not as burden… but as weapon.”And then silence fell.The

Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 57: When Memory BledThe Battlefield Torn in TwoSilver fire and abyssal void clashed until the very air screamed.The world split—one half blazing with Azael’s howl, the other dissolving under the Tenth Shadow’s erasure.The Nine cowered, their masks cracking, their voices trembling.“This is not a duel. This is rewriting the marrow of existence itself.”The wolves lay scattered across the burning snow. Some bled openly. Others flickered, half-present, their bodies forgotten by the world.Lyra clutched her chest, fighting to breathe. Each gasp tore blood from her throat, yet her eyes stayed locked on Azael.“Don’t… fade…”The Wolves’ SacrificeThe younglings whimpered as their fur vanished strand by strand. One cried out:“Alpha! Don’t let us be nothing!”An elder wolf, half-erased already, pressed his fading paw into the ground. His voice rasped, trembling:“Bind us, Alpha. With memory. If we must die, let us die remembered.”Azael heard

Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 59: The Silence That ScreamedThe Core ShattersAzael’s claws sank deep into the pulsing heart of absence.It screamed.Not sound—silence, breaking apart like glass. The void fractured into shards of black light, each one slicing through existence.For a heartbeat, there was no battlefield. No sky. No wolves. Only fire and nothing colliding.Then—explosion.The Tenth Shadow’s body convulsed, cracking open as silver fire burst through its hollow frame. Its maskless void-face split, light spilling from the cracks.Outside, the Nine staggered back, masks shattering.“It is undone! The silence dies!”Wolves in AgonyThe wolves howled, but their voices broke.Because now their howls did not end.Every cry stretched on, echoing endlessly.Every wound bled without clotting.Every heartbeat thundered without pause.Younglings whimpered in terror. Elders clawed at their chests, their ribs rattling.Lyra dropped her moonblade, clutching her head as h