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Chapter 118: The Fire That Devours1. The Alpha on FireThe night glowed silver.Every tree, every stone, every terrified face was lit by the firestorm that poured from Azael’s body. He stood at the center of the camp, shoulders heaving, claws dripping flame that hissed and crawled across the dirt like molten blood.The wolves kept their distance. They had faced monsters, fought assassins, stared into the Behemoth’s maw without flinching—but the sight of their Alpha wrapped in living fire made even the bravest hesitate.Lyra alone stepped forward.Her heart thundered in her chest, but she forced her feet forward, her hand reaching out.“Azael,” she whispered, voice steady despite the trembling in her bones. “It’s me. Look at me.”For a moment, his eyes flickered—grey fighting silver, human fighting Sutra. His lips parted as though her voice reached him through the storm.<
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Chapter 162 — The Heart Beneath the Throne
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 162 — The Heart Beneath the Throne1. A World Made of EchoesThere was no sky here.Only reflections of sound — ripples of memory that looked like light, folding endlessly upon themselves.Every breath was a chord. Every heartbeat, an echo.Azael and Lyra floated — or perhaps fell — through the shimmer, their bodies dissolving and reforming with each pulse.Lyra clutched his arm, her voice barely a whisper.“Where are we?”Azael’s eyes glowed faintly, silver flames swirling in his irises.“The Throne’s core. The place where all forgotten verses go to sleep.”The space around them flickered — scenes of the past playing like living ghosts.A child with a silver mask.A battlefield buried under white fire.A girl who once sang to stop the rain.Lyra realized — they were Azael’s memories.But one memory refused to appear.One remained hidden, buried deep beneath the rest — bleeding silence.2. The Voice That Knew His NameThey landed on what lo
Chapter 161 — The Return of the Silent Throne
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 161 — The Return of the Silent Throne1. The Peace That Learned to TrembleFor twenty-one days, the world was silent.The new city of Kaelith — born from Azael’s rebirth — stood like a scar made holy.Its towers hummed faintly with light from the Sutra’s residue, feeding warmth to the air, turning the barren valleys green again. The rivers were alive. The forests sang.Azael spent his days walking among the people — not as a god, not as a weapon, but as a healer.He rebuilt bones, cleansed poisoned blood, and helped the Choir-born learn to breathe in rhythm with the new pulse of creation.And yet, even peace began to whisper.At night, the air carried something faint — like a breath against glass. A sound too delicate to be danger… and too perfect to be human.Lyra heard it first.A hum beneath the city.A pattern repeating every 7,777 heartbeats.When she told Azael, he went still.“That number…” he whispered. “It belongs to the Throne.”2
Chapter 160 — The Doctor Who Became the Song
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Chapter 159 — The Null Verse Awakens
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 159 — The Null Verse Awakens1. The Star That Devoured the SkyThe black star grew larger.Every night it pulsed — slow, steady, alive. Like a heartbeat echoing across the void.The sky bled faintly around it, as though the universe itself was bruising.Birds refused to fly after dusk. The wind carried whispers — fragmented syllables, half-song, half-curse.Azael stood on the temple terrace, eyes fixed on that dark wound in the heavens. The silver veins on his neck glowed faintly again, betraying the stirring power beneath his calm face.Lyra joined him, her hands trembling though she tried to hide it. “It’s closer tonight.”“Yes,” he said quietly. “It’s descending.”She swallowed hard. “What happens when it touches the earth?”Azael didn’t answer. His jaw tightened. He had already seen that future once — in the heart of the Sutra’s creation.When the Null Verse awakens, existence begins to forget itself.2. The Forgotten PulseThe temple’s
Chapter 158 — The Children of the Silver Dawn
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 158 — The Children of the Silver Dawn1. The World That Breathed AgainThe war was over.For the first time in centuries, the air didn’t tremble with the sound of creation tearing itself apart.Halven Reach, once a scar of broken earth, now shimmered with rivers of light. Grass glowed faintly at night, as if remembering the stars that had once fallen here.People rebuilt. Wolves roamed free again, their howls echoing like hymns. The Choir-born children — the ones forged from resonance and memory — had grown quieter. Their eyes no longer burned with unstable light.And at the heart of it all, standing atop the rebuilt temple of dawn, was Azael Raheem — the Doctor of War.He was no longer just the healer, or the destroyer.He was both — balance incarnate.Lyra found him there every morning, watching the sunrise as if waiting for the next wound in the universe to call him.“You’re always awake before the sun,” she said softly, stepping up besi
Chapter 157 — The God Who Forgot His Own Creation
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 157 — The God Who Forgot His Own Creation1. The Pulse Beneath the WorldThe wind was still that morning — too still.Halven Reach lay silent, its new dawn stained with silver mist. The survivors were rebuilding, whispering stories of the night when shadows fell and a silver god rose again to burn them away.But Azael Raheem wasn’t celebrating.He sat alone on the broken hill, hands clasped, eyes closed. The mark on his chest — the Sutra’s Heart — glowed faintly beneath his skin.He could feel it.A pulse deep under the earth, ancient and rhythmic, as if the planet itself had a heartbeat. It was the same pulse he’d once heard long ago — in another war, another lifetime.Lyra found him there, her armor replaced by a soft cloak. Her presence made the silver mist shimmer faintly.“You haven’t moved since dawn,” she said quietly.He didn’t answer. Hi
