Chapter 23
Author: CABO
last update2026-05-17 23:20:20

Elian could not move his legs. His brain understood what Vane was saying, but his body was frozen with terror. He just stared down at the piles of blowing ash.

Those were the strongest men he knew. He had cleaned their armor this morning. Now they were dust.

Lord-Paladin Kael did not run. He was too shocked to move. He stood frozen at the edge of the cliff. His jaw hung open.

Spit dribbled down his golden beard. His sword lay in the dirt at his feet. The man who had been laughing and insultin
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