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Chapter 151 – The Shattered Camp
The campfire smoke curled through the broken night, mixing with the stench of blood and ash. Soldiers huddled together in uneven circles, whispering of curses and shadows, while others sharpened blades they barely had the strength to hold. The once-disciplined camp of the fallen kingdom was nothing more than a shattered husk, trembling on the edge of despair.Then Isolde stepped into the firelight.Her armor was cracked, her cloak torn, but her presence gods, her presence was unshaken. The soldiers froze at the sight of her, as if the air itself had been stolen from their lungs. The woman they thought lost to the abyss walked among them, her eyes fierce, carrying both grief and fire in equal measure.Kael, scarred and weary, pushed through the crowd. His voice shook but carried command.“By the gods… Lady Isolde. We thought the shadows swallowed you whole.”Isolde met his gaze. Her voice was quiet, but every word struck like a hammer.“They tried.”A murmur rippled through the soldier
Chapter 159 - The Queen in Shadow
The campfire snapped and spat embers into the cold night as every pair of eyes turned to the figure stepping from the shadows. The cloak she wore shimmered like midnight silk, her face pale under the wavering glow. For a heartbeat, no one moved, no one breathed.It was Isolde.Kael’s hand froze on the hilt of his blade. His chest hammered, half in disbelief, half in fear. He whispered, almost to himself, “You… You were gone.”Isolde tilted her head, the faintest trace of a smile curling her lips. “Gone,” she said softly, her voice carrying a strange weight. “But never lost.”Lyra surged forward, her bow clattering against her side as tears welled in her eyes. “You left us! You vanished into nothing, and we thought you were dead.”Isolde looked at her with eyes that shimmered strangely in the firelight too bright, almost silver. She did not flinch at Lyra’s anger. Instead, she let the words hang, then answered with calm steel. “Would you rather I returned broken? Or not at all?”The c
Chapter 149: Isolde’s Return
The battlefield trembled under the weight of clashing powers. Eldrin’s shadow-thread still pulsed across the broken earth, binding warriors and specters alike in his dark rhythm. Kael’s blade burned bright against it, his stance weary yet unyielding. Around them, the remnants of both armies had slowed their clash, sensing something heavier than steel and blood was about to fall.And then the air split.A scream not of pain, but of power rolled across the valley like thunder. The skies, already bruised with storm, cracked wider. Lightning curled upward instead of downward, dragged into a vortex of darkness that spiraled open. Out of that abyss, a single figure stepped forward, cloaked in smoke and shimmering frost: Isolde.Her eyes glowed with a violet fire, the same hue that once marked her as Kael’s ally, but now laced with abyssal black. In her hand, she carried no weapon at first only the raw, writhing essence of the void, shaped into a living flame that twisted between her fingers
Chapter 148 – The Third Horn
The night pressed heavy upon the war-torn plain, thick with smoke and the metallic taste of blood. The clash of steel had finally stilled, but silence was no comfort it was the kind that comes before the earth splits open again. Soldiers, wounded and whole, stood tense beneath the jagged silhouettes of mountains. They knew the battle wasn’t finished.And then it came.A long, guttural note, neither fully trumpet nor fully beast’s call, tore through the sky. The sound reverberated through bone and marrow, making even the strongest grip their swords tighter. This was not the first time they had heard it, and that was what made it worse. The first horn had called the Riders to march. The second horn had unleashed them in slaughter. And now…The third horn.Isolde’s knuckles whitened around the hilt of her blade. She did not breathe until the echo had faded into a low tremor across the earth. She knew, as every man and woman on that plain knew, that something greater than men had just bee
Chapter 147 – The Shattered Circle
The firelight flickered unevenly across the war camp, stretching shadows long and sharp against the tents. It was supposed to be a night of quiet, a moment of breath before the storm broke at dawn. Yet the air was heavy, as though the very earth groaned under the weight of what was about to happen.Eryndor stood at the center of the circle his circle, though it no longer felt like his. His hand lingered near the hilt of his sword, his eyes scanning faces that once radiated trust. Now, he read doubt, suspicion, and something darker in their expressions.Shade sat slouched against a post, his wrists bound in iron shackles, but his grin remained mocking, unbothered by his captivity. “You’ve brought them all together,” Shade said, voice carrying like poisoned silk. “How fitting. Shall I tell them, Eryndor, or will you keep choking on your lies?”“Silence,” growled Kaelen, stepping forward. His scarred jaw tightened, and his hand twitched toward his axe. “You’ll twist words until they cut
Chapter 146 – Whispers in the Dark
The campfire hissed as a log collapsed into embers, sending a plume of sparks into the night. Around them, the army lay restless in their tents, their sleep thin and haunted. No one trusted the silence anymore not after the revelations, not after the amulet.Kael sat rigid on a stone near the dying fire, his sword resting across his knees. The amulet, black as obsidian yet faintly glowing with an inner pulse, lay on the ground between him and Eldrin. It throbbed like a living heart, an unholy rhythm that seemed to worm its way into their ears.Neither man had spoken for several minutes.Finally, Eldrin broke the silence. His voice was low, strained, as though he feared even the shadows were listening. “The whispers never stop, Kael. Even now, with it lying there, I hear them. Not words. Not truly. More like… urges.”Kael’s head lifted slightly. His eyes, sharp and heavy-lidded from exhaustion, studied Eldrin. “What kind of urges?”Eldrin drew in a slow breath, his hands tightening int
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