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Chapter 60 – Riders of Ashen Flame
The night split open with the roar of hooves and fire. From the far ridge, shadows surged like a tide, their flames licking the black sky. The Riders of Ashen Flame had come at last, their steeds snorting embers, their swords burning like brands pulled from the heart of a forge. Ash drifted down like snow, and the valley below became a stage set for blood.Eldrin stood atop the battered wall of Kaelthorn’s outer gate, his cursed blade humming restlessly in his hand. Every beat of its pulse rattled through his bones, urging him toward violence, promising strength if he would only surrender. The defenders around him farmers clutching spears, grizzled veterans gripping shields, even boys with slings—looked to him as if he were their salvation. He wondered if they knew he was only a heartbeat away from becoming their doom.“Hold steady!” Eldrin barked, though his throat was dry. “Shields high brace for the charge!”The first Riders broke through the mist, fire trailing from their swords.
Chapter 59 – Ashes of Victory
The battlefield was strangely quiet. The clash of steel, the cries of men, the roars of warhorses—gone, replaced only by the moaning wind drifting across the ruined plain. The Warlord’s body lay still at Eldrin’s feet, his massive blade shattered beside him like a broken crown.Eldrin stood over him, chest heaving, his sword dripping crimson. His hands trembled, not from exhaustion but from the curse. The black fire inside him pulsed violently, demanding more blood. Each heartbeat hammered against his skull as if it wanted to split him apart.“You’ve done it…” Isolde’s voice came, soft but edged with disbelief. She approached slowly, her armor dented, her braid loose from battle. Her eyes flicked from the corpse to Eldrin’s pale, strained face. “The Warlord is dead.”“Dead,” Eldrin repeated hoarsely. The word felt empty. Victory should have tasted like triumph, but instead, he tasted ash. He raised his sword slightly, staring at his reflection in the blood-slick steel. His eyes weren’
Chapter 58 – The Monster’s Crown
The battlefield was painted in fire and shadow. Torches guttered in the storm winds, casting monstrous silhouettes across the ruined plain where Eldrin faced the warlord. Every clang of steel was swallowed by the thunder, every heartbeat drowned by the scream of men dying in the distance.The Warlord’s armor gleamed like black iron soaked in blood, his massive axe dripping with fresh carnage. Around him, soldiers faltered, unwilling to come too close. He was a legend, a curse made flesh, and Eldrin stood as the only barrier left between him and the heart of the kingdom.Eldrin’s grip on his blade tightened until his knuckles turned white. His curse whispered again—cold, cruel, tempting.End him. Break him. Tear the world apart.“No,” Eldrin hissed under his breath. His voice cracked, torn between defiance and desperation.The Warlord sneered, voice booming like a drum across the storm. “You think yourself chosen, boy? You are nothing but a pawn—your own blood will betray you before yo
Chapter 57 – The Edge of Surrender
The battlefield stank of blood, smoke, and broken steel. Ash drifted in the air like dying snow, coating the corpses that littered the ground. Eldrin staggered forward, his sword dragging a trail across the dirt, his breath ragged but his eyes still burning with stubborn fire.Every step reminded him of the weight he carriednot just the blade at his side, but the lives depending on him. His kingdom. Isolde. His oath to protect. Yet in his chest, the curse stirred again, coiling like a serpent hungry for release.“Eldrin!” Isolde’s voice cut through the haze. She was fighting her way toward him, her silver dagger flashing as she felled a soldier twice her size. Her face was smeared with grime, but her eyes still carried the same unshakable determination.For a brief moment, hope flickered. But then The warlord’s horn blared.From the smoke emerged the Warlord himself, mounted on a beast plated with iron, towering above the chaos. His axe dripped scarlet, and his gaze locked straight o
Chapter 56 – The Breaking Point
The courtyard was a graveyard of fire and shadow.Bodies lay where they had fallen, some burned, some broken by the shockwaves of the duel. Arrows still hissed overhead, but none dared come close to the eye of the storm where Eldrin and the Warlord clashed.Eldrin’s chest heaved, every breath cutting like knives. His blade trembled in his grip, not from fear, but from the strain of enduring strike after monstrous strike. His arms were slick with blood, his vision a blur of smoke and sparks.The Warlord advanced with the patience of inevitability. His jagged sword dripped with black ichor—his own, though he seemed unfazed by the wound Eldrin had managed to carve. His eyes glowed faintly beneath his helm, not with anger, but with cruel delight.“You resist well,” the Warlord rumbled, voice like iron dragged across stone. “But resistance is not victory. You bleed, you falter, you cling to ideals that will break with you.”Eldrin spat into the dirt, crimson staining the dust. “I still sta
Chapter 55 – The Duel of Shadows
The courtyard burned.Smoke and fire twisted in the air, a suffocating haze that turned night into a red-stained dawn. Men screamed, steel rang, but for Eldrin, all sound dimmed the instant the Warlord stepped through the shattered gates.He was a mountain in motion, black armor swallowing the torchlight, every step like the toll of a war drum. His blade, Gorath’s Fang, was forged not for finesse but ruin—broad, jagged, alive with a darkness that pulsed in rhythm with Eldrin’s own curse.The soldiers around Eldrin hesitated, their courage faltering as the Warlord’s presence pressed on their hearts. One man dropped his spear and ran. Another froze, unable to move. The tide of battle shifted in that single breath.Eldrin knew: if he faltered now, all was lost.He stepped forward, sword in hand, and the world seemed to still.“Warlord!” Eldrin’s voice cut through the clash of steel. “Your war ends here!”The armored giant tilted his head, as though studying a curious insect. Then, with a
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