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Chapter 10: The Harvest of the War Chief
Author: Disky
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​The battlefield was a cacophony of dying groans and the rhythmic thud of vampire heavy infantry, but for Lucian, the world had gone eerily silent. He moved through the chaos like a ripple in dark water. His new specialization as a Shadow Assassin made him a phantom; even the vampire knights charging past him didn't seem to register his presence. Their eyes slid right over him as if he were nothing more than a trick of the light.

​At the rear of the Lycan vanguard, the War Chief sat atop a beas
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