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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
Chapter 156 — The Man Who Healed Without Memory
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 156 — The Man Who Healed Without Memory1. The Dawn That Forgot His NameThe first morning after the storm was too perfect.The sky stretched like silk, the air smelled of rain and fire, and the earth — newly born — hummed softly underfoot.In a small village that hadn’t existed a week ago, a man opened his eyes to the sun.He didn’t remember falling asleep.He didn’t remember his name.Only the warmth of the light on his skin and a strange ache beneath his heart — a silver mark that pulsed faintly every time the wind shifted.He rose slowly. His clothes were rough, unfamiliar. His hands bore calluses that hinted at a life of both healing and battle.When he caught his reflection in the water nearby, he didn’t recognize the face staring back — yet something deep within him whispered:You’ve died before.He shook the thought away and began wal
Chapter 155 — The Blood of Tomorrow
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 155 — The Blood of Tomorrow1. The Sky That Dreamed in ReverseThe world was still new, and yet, already dying.Azael felt it in the rhythm beneath his palms — the pulse of the newborn earth. The frequency was wrong. Off-beat.Creation itself was hesitating.He sat atop the ridge overlooking the crystalline plains, the morning light caught in his silver-threaded hair. The sky was fractured into three suns, each rising in its own direction. Shadows overlapped like unfinished brushstrokes.Lyra approached quietly, her steps echoing faintly through the air.She carried a basket of herbs, a futile gesture of normalcy in a world that refused to settle.“You didn’t sleep again,” she said softly.He didn’t answer. His eyes were on the horizon where the suns misaligned. “The Sutra’s geometry is off. Reality’s heartbeat is skipping.”Lyra set the basket d
Chapter 154 — The Physician’s Last Tear
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 154 — The Physician’s Last Tear1. The Scar That Wouldn’t HealAzael stood alone in the new dawn of creation.The orchard was gone — replaced by a sea of luminous fog that pulsed like a sleeping heart. The Sutra marks on his skin had dimmed, yet one wound remained — the cut on his shoulder, made by the Physician’s scalpel.No matter how much life energy he channeled, it refused to close.Instead, it wept.A single drop of silver blood fell from the wound, hissing as it hit the ground. It burned through starlight itself, leaving a black scar in the luminous soil.Lyra approached quietly, her face pale, her eyes heavy with sleepless grief.She had seen him mend worlds — but not himself.Not this time.“Azael,” she whispered, “you’re bleeding light.”He looked down at his trembling hand. “It’s not my blood anymore. It’s his. The Physician’s tear
Chapter 153 — The Orchard of Equilibrium
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 153 — The Orchard of Equilibrium1. The Dawn After the StormThe morning light in the Nexus no longer burned gold — it shimmered like liquid silver, gliding over the ruins and reborn towers.Lyra stood barefoot on the marble balcony, the wind tangling her dark hair as she watched the sky ripple. It no longer looked like air; it looked alive — breathing with faint pulses of light that hummed in rhythm with Azael’s heartbeat.Behind her, he sat cross-legged on the floor, eyes closed, bare chest marked with faint glowing lines — the living script of the Silver Fang Sutra now merged with the Counter-Sutra. Every few moments, the runes on his skin flickered between white and black, breathing in sync with the cosmos.Lyra turned. “You haven’t slept in three days.”Azael opened his eyes. The white glow had softened, returning a trace of humanity to his gaze. “I’m listening.”
Chapter 152 — The Shadow That Loved the Light
Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 152 — The Shadow That Loved the Light1. The Edge of NightThe world had stopped breathing.From the spires of the Nexus Sanctum, Azael watched as the horizon fractured into shards of light and shadow. Each shard pulsed in rhythm — two heartbeats, one silver, one black — colliding like lovers in a storm.The Pulse no longer sang harmony.It screamed.Lyra stood beside him, her sword drawn, its edge trembling under the pressure of the air.“What’s happening?” she whispered.Azael’s eyes glowed faintly, the silver in them flickering with blue. “She’s awakening.”“You mean— the Counter-Sutra?”He nodded slowly. “No longer code. No longer reflection. She’s becoming.”The ground shook.Above the Sanctum, the clouds twisted into an enormous ring — a halo of darkness rimmed with flame. From its center descended a figure, clothed in light th
