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

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

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

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

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.