All Chapters of SILVER FANG SUTRA THE DOCTOR OF WAR: Chapter 81
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Chapter 80: Clash of Fire and Chains
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 80: Clash of Fire and Chains1. The Monster in the FlamesThe war-golem’s shadow swallowed the battlefield.Its chained limbs dragged across burning earth, each movement grinding bone into dust. Every swing of its hammer shattered huts, sent wolves sprawling, and tore the screams of the living into the choking smoke.Azael stood before it, chest heaving, claws blazing silver. His pack cowered behind him, their howls trembling with a fear they had never known. Even Lyra’s knuckles whitened on the hilt of her moonblade.The golem raised its head. Its jaw opened with a grinding shriek, and a voice, hollow and cruel, thundered:“The Alpha bleeds. The Alpha dies.”Azael snarled, his voice a storm.“Then come take me.”The beast charged.2. Alpha UnleashedThe hammer descended like a falling mountain. Azael met it head-on, claws erupting with fire.
Chapter 81: The Raven’s Omen
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 81: The Raven’s Omen1. Ashes of VictoryThe battlefield lay in silence, smothered in smoke and grief. Wolves limped through the ruins, dragging corpses into pyres of fire. The stench of charred flesh coated the night air.Azael stood among the dead, his body torn, his claws cracked, his veins glowing faintly from the fire he had forced into his pack. His chest heaved with every breath, each one sharp as knives.He had won.But the price screamed louder than the victory.Lyra leaned against him, her ribs bound hastily, her face pale with blood loss. Her voice trembled.“Half the pack… gone.”Azael’s gaze lingered on the pyres. His fire had made them more, but it had also burned them away.Inside him, the Sutra whispered:Every Alpha must pay in blood. Yours. Theirs. All the same.2. Shadows AboveThe crackle of flames dimmed. Wolves
Chapter 82: The Serpent’s Chains, The Raven’s Wings
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 82: The Serpent’s Chains, The Raven’s Wings1. The Stand Before GiantsThe flames still clung to the ruins when the two Council figures stood united.The Serpent with his black-scaled cloak, his chains dripping venom.The Raven, wrapped in feathers and silence, his mask a white skull glowing faintly in the firelight.The wolves cowered. Even those reborn in Azael’s fire felt their legs tremble.Lyra’s voice cracked. “Two of the Nine… we can’t—”Azael cut her off with a growl. His claws burned silver, his chest heaving, his eyes unflinching.“They bled us once. They chained us once. Never again.”His fire rose, casting shadows taller than the ruins. The pack behind him straightened, howls trembling but defiant.The Raven tilted his head. His voice was flat, emotionless.“You are not Alpha. You are defect. You are error. The Council will erase you.”
Chapter 83: The Raven’s Silence, The Serpent’s Blood
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 83: The Raven’s Silence, The Serpent’s Blood1. The Sky BurnsThe night was alive with screams and silver fire.Wolves surged through smoke, their eyes blazing with their Alpha’s fury. Shadows swirled as the Raven’s wings blotted out the moon, feathers slicing like knives.Azael stood at the heart of it, his chest torn open, his blood dripping fire onto the broken earth. But his howl had rekindled them all—the pack, the fire, even the will of the fallen.The Serpent staggered back, his chains half-melted, his serpent-mask shattered across his face. Venom dripped from his mouth, sizzling where it hit the ground.“You… should not exist,” he hissed. “No Alpha burns like this.”Azael’s claws ignited, silver lightning dancing across his fingers. His voice was thunder.“No Alpha you could ever chain.”And he leapt.2. Serpent’s BreakingThe Serpent
Chapter 85: When the Howl Turns Hollow
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of War Chapter 85: When the Howl Turns Hollow 1. Dawn After Ashes The sun clawed its way through black clouds, spilling light over a land still charred from slaughter. Wolves stirred in the ruins of their camp, weary yet unwilling to fall. The wounded were wrapped in leaves of firefern, their wounds packed with silver ash. The pyres had burned through the night, and the earth still smoked with memory. Azael stood at the edge of the field, his claws buried in the dirt. He felt the pulse of the land, the scars left by the Council’s hunters. Every heartbeat of the earth was shallow, trembling, as if the world itself feared what would come next. Lyra limped toward him, ribs bandaged, moonblade slung across her back. Her hair caught the morning light, and for one fragile moment, she looked like the dawn itself. “You didn’t close your eyes, did you?” she asked.
Chapter 86: The Maw of Silence
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 86: The Maw of Silence1. The Omen Before the HuntThe wind died first.The forest had always sung—even in its grief, even in its ash, branches groaned and crows croaked. But now, silence choked the world. Leaves no longer stirred. Wolves lifted their heads, ears twitching, but heard nothing. Not even the heartbeat of the earth.Azael stood at the front of the pack, his claws curling into fists. He felt the Sutra burn inside his marrow, whispering not in fire this time, but in dread.It comes. Hollow. Hunger. The fire will be tested.Lyra gripped her moonblade tighter, her knuckles white. The blade’s edge quivered as if even steel feared the thing drawing near. She looked at Azael, her voice steady but sharp.“Tell me it can bleed.”Azael didn’t answer. His silence was answer enough.2. The First VanishingScouts had been sent into the woods hours bef
Chapter 87: Furnace in the Void
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 87: Furnace in the Void1. Swallowed by SilenceThere was no fall. No sensation of air rushing past his body. No ground rising to meet him.Azael opened his eyes, and there was nothing. Not black, not shadow—nothing. His fire sputtered, gasping for fuel, clawing at emptiness. His claws scraped against air that wasn’t air, and every sound he made vanished before it left his throat.The Hollow Fang’s maw was not flesh. It was absence. A place where even memory was unmade.The Sutra whispered inside his skull, frantic, jagged, as if the void was gnawing on it too.Alpha… beware… this is the place of unbeing. Fire dies here. Wolves die here. Even names—The voice cut out.For the first time since his awakening, Azael felt truly alone.2. The Wolves’ DespairOutside, the battlefield shook with silence. The Hollow Fang stood unmoving, its maw closed on
Chapter 88: The Ashes of Victory
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 88: The Ashes of Victory1. The Battlefield AftermathThe Hollow Fang’s collapse left the forest in silence. Not the devouring silence of the void, but the natural kind—broken branches, panting lungs, the distant hiss of cooling fire. The wolves stood amidst the ruin, bloodied and trembling, their eyes fixed on the figure who had emerged from impossible death.Azael.He staggered, every step a battle against the weight dragging at his bones. His chest was torn open where the Hollow had struck, silver fire still leaking from the wound like molten steel refusing to die. His claws dimmed, retracting into human hands, and with a rasping exhale he fell to one knee.The pack moved as one. Wolves pressed their bodies against him, their warmth anchoring him. Younglings licked the blood from his hands as if by instinct, desperate to keep him tethered to this world.Lyra forced her way
Chapter 89: Fire Against the Rot
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 89: Fire Against the Rot1. The Rot That WalksThe forest was already dying before the first of them set foot in it. Trees sagged, their bark blackened, leaves shriveling as if life itself recoiled from what approached. The air stank of wet grave soil, of stagnant water left to rot for centuries.From the shadows emerged the Blightborn.They came in silence. Wolves, men, beasts—all hollowed shells held together by sinew and disease. Their flesh was mottled green, veined with crawling fungi, their bones clicking like brittle gears. Eyes glowed faintly, not with soul or fire, but with necrotic command.Dozens. Then hundreds.The pack shuddered. Even the bravest wolves flinched as the stink hit their throats. One youngling gagged, pressing close to its mother.Lyra lifted her moonblade, but her knuckles trembled. The blade shimmered, reflecting pale light, but even its g
Chapter 90: The Blight Shepherd
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 90: The Blight Shepherd1. The Puppet MasterThe battlefield was a sea of rot. Wolves snapped and tore, their muzzles dripping with foul blood, their flanks slashed by claws that should not have moved. Corpses kept coming, their limbs bending at impossible angles, driven not by hunger but by command.At the far edge, the Blight Shepherd stood motionless. Its wrappings fluttered though no wind stirred. Its faceless head tilted as if watching a play it had already written the ending for.Azael felt its gaze even without eyes. A cold seeped into his bones, colder than the void had ever been.This was not shadow.This was not life.This was something worse.The Sutra hissed inside him.It wears no soul. Strike the Shepherd and the herd will fall. But beware—the rot feeds on fire. Every flame you cast, it will drink.Azael spat blood, his claws tightening.