Chapter 69
Author: John T White
last update2025-08-12 15:01:02

Sahen’s grin stretched wide—too wide. He crouched low, flashing the daggers in his hands as he rolled them across his fingers. Each spin cut the air with a faint, sharp whoosh, as the metal caught the light for half a heartbeat before vanishing into motion again.

Then—click. He slid the blades back into their sheaths, almost casually.

“I won’t feel satisfied just slashing you to death,” he said, curling his voice with dark amusement. The heat in the air seemed to spike with his words.

And then—he moved.

His boots hammered against the wooden floor of the tent, rattling each impact through the frame.

Boom-boom-boom. He burst forward like a predator covering the gap between them in less than a second.

“I’ll beat you until you can’t move anymore!” Sahen snarled, leaping in, igniting his right fist in a violent bloom of flame.

He threw it forward in a straight, vicious punch aimed squarely for Kaelen’s head.

“...Nah,” Kaelen muttered under his breath, with an almost lazy voice. “I need t
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