Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 84: The Council’s Throne of Ash1. The Shattered BattlefieldSmoke still curled from the corpses. Wolves picked through the dead in silence, carrying their fallen brothers into pyres. The stench of burning blood and venom made the air thick, choking.Azael stood at the center of the ruins, his body barely holding together. Silver fire still smoldered along the edges of his wounds, sealing what flesh could be sealed, but his furnace felt… scarred.Lyra leaned against him, pale and trembling. Every step she had taken against the Raven had cost her blood, ribs, and breath. And yet, her eyes still burned with unyielding fire.“You held,” she whispered. Her voice cracked. “You never bow.”Azael didn’t answer, but his claws tightened around her shoulder.The pack circled them. Silent. Waiting. Afraid—but not broken.2. The Whisper of the SutraIn the quiet, the Sutra spoke.You burn brighter than before, Alpha. But the fire you bleed will consume

Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 72: The Harbinger’s DescentAshen SkyThe wolves’ howls had barely faded when the air itself changed.The smoke above twisted, black turning to crimson. The stars vanished behind a veil of ember-clouds. Every wolf felt their fur rise, their blood chill. Even the fire in the circle flickered, shrinking as though afraid.Azael stiffened. He knew this presence. Not just a soldier. Not just an Envoy.This was a Harbinger.The Sutra seethed in his skull:Run. Even you are not forged to kill this.But Azael’s claws only tightened. “If I fall, I fall in fire. Not chains.”The Temple of AshThe battlefield trembled.The earth split open, vomiting pillars of black stone, carved with runes that burned ember-red. The ground reshaped itself into a grotesque temple—a circle of monoliths surrounding the wolves. Chains rose between them like walls

Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 74: The Council’s ExecutionerThe Chamber of NineFar away from the shattered battlefield, across oceans and veils of shadow, stood the Chamber.Nine thrones, each carved from obsidian, circled a pit of endless flame. Above them, chains hung like stars, and voices of the damned whispered in every corner.The Nine were gathered.Figures cloaked in darkness, their faces hidden behind masks of beast and bone. Wolf. Raven. Boar. Serpent. Each mask glowed faintly, carved with runes that pulsed with their owner’s power.Tonight, their silence was broken by rage.The FailureThe Serpent Seat slammed a clawed hand against his throne, sparks flying. His voice hissed like fire poured on ice.“The Harbinger has fallen. Our priest—our weapon of despair—undone by a deserter and his mongrels.”The Raven Seat’s mask tilted, voice low, dripping with co

Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 76: Hunt in the Silent WoodsThe DepartureWhen the moon rose, silver and cold, Azael left the camp.No goodbyes. No speeches. Only a glance at the wolves huddled in the firelight, Lyra standing tall among them, her hand clenched on her moonblade.She wanted to follow. He saw it in her eyes. But she stayed, because she knew what he knew: the Executioner hunted him alone.Every step into the woods was a promise.Every step was a dare.Come for me, faceless one.Into the DarkThe forest swallowed him whole.No wind. No birds. No sound but his own claws crunching in the frost.His silver fire dimmed to embers. He kept it tight, hidden, knowing too much light would give him away.The Sutra whispered in his head, restless.He is already here. Watching. Waiting. Your heart is the drum he follows.Azael bared his fang