Chapter 240: Blood Roses.
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Unbeknownst to its leaders, Galecrest City, the jewel of Stormreach’s eastern border, had already fallen—not by sword or siege, but by something far more insidious.

The Black Roses and Blood Letum—elite infiltration units of Lunaris—had slipped into the city like whispers in the wind.

Over a thousand Lunarians now moved unnoticed through the streets, hiding in plain sight.

Some donned the armor of city guards, having quietly knocked out or silenced their counterparts, storing their unconscious bodies in locked barracks and armories.

Others posed as traveling merchants, innkeepers, or citizens, having assumed identities through swift, silent strikes and arcane concealment techniques.

The real citizens were subdued without a sound, hidden within their own homes, bound and preserved under sleep-inducing spells.

To all outsiders, nothing seemed amiss.

Even Oasis, with his spiritual perception honed to frightening precision, had not noticed the infiltration at first—a testament to the perf
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