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Chapter Twenty-Three: The Reckoning
Author: Alyah Night
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Chapter Twenty-Three: The Reckoning

The winds howled over the Obsidian Crags, a relentless roar that drowned even the screams of the dying. Fire and ice clashed across the battlefield, the sky above torn between a crimson eclipse and thunderclouds that bled lightning. The final war had begun.

Ethan stood at the vanguard, his armor scorched, his hands clenched around the hilt of his sword—no longer just a blade, but an extension of his will. The Trials had carved into him something unbreakable, and now, as the armies of the fractured realm surged together like tidal waves meeting in fury, he understood what it had all been for.

The Ashen Legion bore down from the west, shadows spilling from their cloaks like smoke, while the Sanctified marched from the east in gleaming lines of gold and white. And in the heart of the chaos, Malrek—clad in obsidian, eyes burning like twin infernos—descended from the black tower that spiraled into the sky.

Ethan breathed deeply. He felt the presence of th
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