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Chapter 9: The First General Falls
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Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of War

Chapter 9: The First General Falls

The air trembled.

The courtyard was no longer snow and stone—it was fire and ash. Wolves, half-broken, half-mad with rage, howled around their Alpha, their voices one with his. Azael stood at the center, silver flames dripping from his sword, his breath heavy as the Sutra burned in his chest.

The generals closed in.

The serpent hissed, circling.

The crow unfolded its wings of blades.

The others waited, watching, testing this new force.

Azael Unleashed

Azael moved first.

He didn’t lunge—he appeared. One heartbeat he stood still, the next his silver blade was buried in the serpent’s scaled hide. The impact cracked the air like thunder, shadow-blood exploding in every direction.

The serpent shrieked, its body thrashing like a storm. Wolves were flung aside, stone shattered, the ground itself split. Yet Azael held fast, his sword carving deeper, his eyes burning brighter.

The Sutra whispered louder, its voice no longer temptation but command:

More. Tear deeper. Feed me. End him.

Azael roared, ripping the blade upward. The serpent’s mask split completely, and beneath its scales, a black heart pulsed, glowing with shadow-light.

The General Strikes Back

But the serpent was not done. Its tail lashed, faster than lightning, coiling around Azael’s chest. Bones cracked under the pressure. Blood burst from his mouth, spraying silver sparks into the air.

The serpent dragged him close, jaws opening wide enough to swallow him whole.

The wolves howled—but none could reach him in time.

For a moment, the Alpha was alone.

Korin’s Last Stand

A broken figure moved. Korin, his body shattered, his sword gone, crawled through the blood-soaked snow. His eyes locked on Azael. His lips, red with blood, whispered a single word:

“Alpha…”

And with that, he hurled the jagged remnant of his blade.

It spun through the storm, catching the serpent’s eye. The beast shrieked, its head jerking back. Just enough.

Azael seized the moment.

The Killing Blow

Silver light erupted from his chest, flowing into his arm, into his blade. The Sutra screamed with him as he roared:

“For the pack!”

He plunged the sword through the serpent’s mouth, driving it down into its heart.

The courtyard exploded in light and shadow. The serpent’s scream split the night, rattling the very bones of the earth. Its body convulsed, scales bursting, shadow pouring like a flood. Then—silence.

The Serpent General lay still, its black heart split in two, dissolving into ash.

The first general had fallen.

The Cost

The wolves cheered, their howls shaking the storm. Hope—real hope—flared for the first time. But Azael staggered, his blade dripping with not just shadow-blood but his own. His chest burned where the serpent had crushed him, ribs splintered, lungs aflame.

And worse—the Sutra would not quiet.

It pulsed wildly, drinking deep of the serpent’s death.

Azael fell to one knee, silver fire still burning in his eyes. He felt his flesh shift, his bones ache to break, his voice wanting to howl not as man, not as Alpha—

—but as something darker.

More… feed me more… one general is not enough.

His hands trembled. His wolves stared in awe and fear.

And the other generals… they smiled.

The Council Responds

The crow tilted its head, its ember eyes gleaming. Its voice was a whisper of knives:

“Impressive. The Alpha awakens. But do you see it, wolves? Do you smell it? The Sutra gnaws at him. He is ours already.”

The stone giant raised its flaming fists. The faceless one spread its mouths in laughter. The melting flesh-drinker crawled forward, leaving trails of rot.

The Council did not falter at the serpent’s death. They hungered.

And Azael—half man, half curse—struggled to stay on his feet.

End Scene

The courtyard was fire and ash, the serpent’s corpse dissolving into smoke. Wolves stood bloodied but unbroken, their Alpha glowing like a torch against the night. One general had fallen—but four remained, stronger, hungrier.

And the Sutra within Azael was no longer content to whisper.

It was screaming.

The true war was only beginning.

[Chapter 9 Ends]

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