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Chapter 120. The First Wave
Author: Achie Ver
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The night was heavy with silence. No stars pierced the sky above the Black Fortress. Only the red glow of the gates broke the dark, painting the battlefield in a cruel, blood-like light.

Kai stood at the front of the plain, his sword drawn. Lira kept close behind him, her bow ready, eyes sharp even though exhaustion pulled at her face.

Darius rested one hand on his axe, the other on his side where old wounds had yet to fully heal.

For a moment, none of them spoke. The hum of the gates drowned
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