Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 61: The Forbidden Path of SilenceThe Endless NightThe wolves had stopped asking when they would rest.They had learned—there would be no sleep. No silence. Only the endless echo of their own suffering.But their Alpha had not stopped searching.Azael stood at the edge of the ruined forest, his claws buried deep in the soil. His body blazed with silver fire, a beacon that never dimmed. His eyes were hollow, burning with the weight of eternity.Behind him, the pack huddled together, their howls weaving into an eternal song of survival. They had not broken yet—but they were fraying.Lyra approached, exhaustion carved into her face.“They won’t last much longer,” she whispered.“Neither will I.”Azael turned to her, his voice low, almost a growl.“Then I will find silence. Even if I must carve it from the marrow of the gods.”The Map of WoundsThe Sutra stirred inside him, whispering ancient truths.There is a place. Older than Council. Older

Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 63: The Birth of EchofangThe Hollow’s GiftThe Hollow of Shards had gone quiet.Not peaceful—broken.Shards floated in the air like fragments of a shattered moon, glowing faintly with whispers. Each shard carried the echo of wolves long dead, and the cries of those who could not rest.Azael staggered, his body scorched by his duel with the Other Alpha. His claws dripped fire, his chest burned with cracks of silver light.The Sutra hissed within him:You defied silence. You tore mercy apart. Now take the price. Take their screams. Take their pain.The shards drifted toward him, one by one, embedding themselves into his flesh.The first shard burned with a mother’s dying wail.The second with a warrior’s broken oath.The third with a child’s scream that never ended.Azael roared as the shards pierced him, fire twisting into shadow. His claws elongated, his eyes bled silver and black.And then it was done.The Hollow whispered a new name into

Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 65: The Severing SilenceThe World Without BreathThe silence thickened.Not the absence of noise, but its devouring. Every sound that tried to exist was consumed the moment it was born. Leaves fell wordless. Wolves whimpered noiselessly. Even the beat of Azael’s own heart came muted, as if hands gripped it inside his chest.The Quiet Blade spread his arms. The air bent around him like ripples in water. His faceless mask tilted upward as if listening to a hymn only he could hear.Azael felt it immediately.This was no longer silence. This was erasure.The Severing Silence, the Sutra hissed inside his skull.It severs sound from soul. It will unmake the howl. It will cut your wolves from you, strand them in a void where even memory cannot reach.Azael bared his fangs, blood sizzling down his chest. “Over my corpse.”The Wolves in AgonyThe pack buckled.Younglings clawed their ears, their tiny jaws opening in soundless screams. Elders collap

Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 67: The Ash VanguardThe Ash DescendsThe sky itself broke.Ash rained in sheets, each fleck carrying ember-light, each ember birthing a soldier of the Council. Dozens became hundreds. Cloaked in bone-etched armor, their swords pulsed with cursed runes. Their faces were hidden by masks carved from skulls, each one grinning in eternal hunger.The wolves bristled, forming ranks despite exhaustion. Younglings were herded back by elders, while warriors clenched spears and blades still slick with blood from the battle before.Lyra raised her moonblade, though her arm trembled. “They’re… too many.”The Envoy in black ash extended his hand, his voice echoing through the maw in his chest.“Bow to the Council’s truth, War Fang. Or watch every wolf under you burn in silence.”Pack in DoubtThe wolves did not howl.Instead, they whispered across the bo