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Chapter Two hundred and One
Author: Sugar boy
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The Sky That Bled Fire

The night over Veyne refused to stay dark.

Kael stood on the fortress wall, his armor half-unbuckled, his hands trembling against the cold stone.

Beyond the horizon, streaks of red fire burned through the sky — not lightning, not aurora, but something alive.

The flames twisted into serpentine shapes, coiling and uncoiling as though the heavens themselves were remembering pain.

The soldiers called it an omen.

The priests called it wrath.

Kael called it guilt.

Because Adrian was gone — and the world was changing.

The Omen Above

“Commander!” a scout’s voice broke through the wind. “The fires — they’ve reached the eastern ridge! The rivers are boiling, sir. Livestock are—”

“Evacuate the lower farms,” Kael interrupted, his tone clipped though his pulse roared in his ears.

“Get the healers from the inner quarter to assist the wounded. And keep the civilians away from the southern gate.”

The young scout hesitated. “Sir… people are saying this is the end. That the Fi
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