The Blood We Break
Author: Lukas Hagen
last update2025-07-16 08:37:05

Taren struck first.

One moment he stood calmly, hand raised in warning. The next, his crimson cloak whipped through the air as a spear of pure flame surged from his palm—fast, precise, lethal.

Fei deflected it with a twist of her blade, the recoil singing across her arm.

> “Still using council forms,” Taren said, advancing. “Efficient. Predictable.”

> “Still hiding behind doctrine,” Fei replied, striking low. “Cowardly.”

They clashed again. Sparks exploded where their blades met. Each was fast, sharp, trained in the same lethal arts—but something in Fei had shifted. Her strikes were no longer bound by the patterns the Council had etched into her childhood.

She fought with desperation. With choice.

Aya tried to move forward to help, but Jin blocked her with a glance.

> “Not yet.”

Behind them, Yuren activated a defense ward around the temple mouth, his glyphs spinning in mid-air like blades of light. Two Crimson Sashes slammed into the barrier and rebounded, stunned. The ward wouldn’t h
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