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Chapter One hundred and Three
Author: Sugar boy
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The Flight from Veyne

The bells of Veyne rang not for prayer, but for war.

Kael pulled his hood low as he and Ira slipped through the western gate, the infant Aren swaddled in a bundle against his chest.

Smoke drifted above the rooftops like a black tide, carrying the cries of a city tearing itself apart.

Behind them, the flame-marked walls pulsed faintly — remnants of the celestial fire that had birthed the child.

The same runes that once glowed as protection now flared red with fury, as though the city itself was bleeding.

Every toll of the bell was another death.

Every scream, another soul lost to the serpent’s promise.

The Uprising Begins

By the time dawn broke, the streets of Veyne had become a battlefield.

The Sons of the Serpent, fanatics who believed the firestorm was divine judgment, marched through the lower quarters, burning every home of those who refused to kneel.

Across the river, the Iron Guard, loyal to Kael’s absent command, struggled to contain them — leaderless, ou
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