CHAPTER 22
Author: Victoria C
last update2025-12-03 16:35:36

BLOOD AND FIRE

The night split open with the sound of war.

Screams. Steel. Smoke.

The sky above the palace glowed like burning coal, lit by torches, explosions, and shadows racing across the walls. The rebellion had begun—loud, messy, and far more dangerous than any of them had planned.

But Lian felt none of the fear.

Only the weight of the power pulsing in his bones.

He stood at the front of the charge, chest rising and falling rapidly, his fingers twitching with the raw energy of the Blood Key. Every breath tasted like ash. Every heartbeat felt like thunder.

Behind him, the rebels tightened their grips on their makeshift weapons.

“On your command, Black Ghost,” whispered Fen, one of the senior rebels.

Lian nodded once.

Then he broke into a sprint.

The moment his feet hit the stone courtyard, arrows rained down from above, cutting through the air like deadly birds. But Lian’s body moved on instinct; shadows curled around him, reacting before he did, deflecting the arrows in spiraling
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