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Chapter One hundred and fifty-nine
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The ridge trembled under the weight of war. Blood slicked the stones, and the cries of the wounded mingled with the clash of steel.

Adrian and Selene fought shoulder to shoulder, a strange unity forged not by trust but by necessity.

Each strike they delivered seemed to hold back the tide, yet both knew the enemy had not yet revealed its full hand.

Then the horns came.

Low, guttural, echoing through the valleys like the roar of some vast beast. Adrian’s head snapped toward the sound, his heart sinking. He had been waiting for it — dreading it.

“The third strike,” he breathed.

From the tree line below, new banners unfurled. Dark armor glinted in the firelight, ranks of fresh troops marching with brutal precision.

At their center moved siege engines, towering constructs of iron and wood dragged by chains. And above them — Adrian’s breath caught — shadows circled, vast wings blotting out the sun.

Selene’s grip on her sword tightened. “So this is Darius’s hidden blade.”

Adrian nodded gr
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