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Chapter 160 – Ashes Between Us
The battlefield still smoked, littered with corpses and broken steel. The shattered horn of the Riders lay in the mud like the tooth of some slain beast, its once-resonant power now nothing more than twisted bone and ash. The cheers of the surviving soldiers rose into the night sky, ragged and uneven, half-born of triumph, half-born of exhaustion.Shade stood in the middle of it all, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. The battle’s heat had not left his skin. His blade still dripped with blackened ichor, and though the Riders had withdrawn, he felt the weight of their eyes watching from the treeline, silent and patient.He should have been proud he had cut down the horn-bearer, the keystone of the Riders’ cohesion—but the silence in his chest unnerved him. The shadows, which had once whispered like hungry wolves, were quiet. Too quiet. He wondered if the abyss was merely waiting, biding its time to devour him whole when he was weakest.“Shade!” Nira’s voice pierced thro
Chapter 159: The Horns of Dread
The horn’s echo had not yet faded when the ground began to tremble. Dust shook loose from the shattered walls of the outpost, and the broken earth quivered as though some vast beast slumbered beneath it. The riders were coming—an unyielding tide of hooves and iron.Nira felt it before she saw it, the way the battlefield itself seemed to recoil from their approach. Her chest tightened, her fingers cold despite the sweat dripping down her palms. She glanced at Shade, who stood with his shoulders squared and jaw tight, his blade still dripping from the last kill. His eyes were fixed on the horizon, but his silence was louder than the horn itself.Then her gaze drifted to Isolde.The returned specter of loyalty and betrayal stood calm, unflinching. The torchlight painted her in shadow and flame, but it was her stillness that unnerved Nira most. While the others braced, Isolde merely waited, her cloak brushing against her boots as though she had seen this night a hundred times before.“The
Chapter 158: Blades in the Dark
Nira’s breath burned in her throat as she pressed her back against the jagged stone wall of the ruined outpost. The night was alive with sound—clashing steel, the hiss of arrows cutting through air, the guttural cries of men who refused to yield even when their bodies had already betrayed them. Smoke curled from the torches scattered across the battlefield, the flames struggling against the choking dark.Her fingers tightened around her blade until her knuckles whitened. She could feel her heartbeat in her grip, each throb of blood against the steel like a drum urging her forward. Yet her eyes weren’t on the battlefield—they were on Isolde.The woman had returned like a phantom, striding from the darkness with eyes that glowed like shards of moonlit ice. Her presence had silenced men mid-battle, freezing hearts that had long believed she was gone forever. Even now, as chaos reigned, there was a strange order in the way her mere presence shifted the tide. Warriors who had been falterin
Chapter 157 – The March of Shadows
The night sky hung heavy, clouds choking the moonlight until only faint silver threads bled across the battlefield’s scarred plain. The air smelled of ash, blood, and the acrid bite of sorcery that had not yet faded. Silence gripped the exhausted army, broken only by the distant rumble of drums the Riders’ war-beat, carried on the wind like the pounding of some monstrous heart.They were coming.Nira stood at the front lines, her cloak whipping in the chill gusts. Her face was pale beneath the grime, but her eyes sharp and dark as obsidian burned with resolve. She looked over the men who still clung to their banners, their armor dented, their spirits fraying. Behind her, Kael tightened his gauntlets with deliberate slowness, every gesture a silent reminder that he still lived, still commanded.“Look at them,” Nira muttered, her voice low but cutting. “They can smell fear. Every heartbeat, every trembling hand… the shadows thrive on it.”Kael grunted, resting his weight against his gre
Chapter 156 – The Betrayer’s Path
The night was heavy with smoke and silence. Nira stood at the edge of the encampment, her hand resting against the worn leather grip of her blade. Her breath came slow, measured, though inside her chest a storm rattled. She had fought Riders before. She had crossed steel with shadows and monsters. But what loomed now was different—something deeper, darker, the kind of fear that made even the bravest hesitate.Her gaze drifted toward the flickering torches lining the camp. Men and women whispered in tight circles, polishing weapons, wrapping wounds, sharpening resolve. Yet their voices carried unease more than courage. Even the horses shifted restlessly, sensing the weight pressing down on them.“Still awake?”Nira turned sharply. It was Cael, his cloak draped loosely, his eyes sharp despite the hour. He carried no torch, moving like he had grown up in darkness itself.“Sleep feels useless tonight,” Nira replied. “Dreams would only mirror what’s waiting for us come dawn.”Cael smirked
Chapter 155 – Blades in the Dark
Nira sat alone by the remnants of a campfire, her cloak drawn tightly around her shoulders. The night pressed in heavy, its silence broken only by the distant rustle of branches and the muttering of men who no longer trusted each other. She ran her fingers along the dagger at her belt a nervous habit, though she would never admit it.Her eyes, sharp as flint, darted across the shadowy outlines of soldiers moving through the camp. Men whispered in clusters, heads bowed, voices low. The name on their lips was the same.Kael. Garron. Betrayal.Nira exhaled slowly, fighting the unease rising in her gut. “The camp smells of blood and suspicion,” she murmured under her breath. “And when men start whispering louder than their commanders, something always snaps.”Her instincts weren’t wrong.A shout cracked the night.“Traitor!”Nira was on her feet in an instant, hand on her dagger. She pushed through the soldiers rushing toward the commotion and found herself at the edge of a wide circle, m
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