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Chapter 105: Echoes of Oaths Unbroken

Author: Saint Raphael
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The moon had begun its descent beyond the dense canopy of Silent Ridge, casting pale light upon the blood-soaked battlefield. Kael’s cloak fluttered faintly in the wind, heavy with the scent of ash, iron, and smoke. The silence after the battle was eerie—deafening in its own right. No howls pierced the night, no cries of victory echoed through the trees. Only quiet remained, haunted by the memories of those who had fallen.

Aria sat beneath the twisted trunk of a silver-pine, her side freshly bandaged, the blood already seeping through the linen. Her breaths were shallow but steady. Elandra hovered nearby, inspecting the makeshift field hospital that had been established between two massive boulders. The Council healer moved methodically, wordless as she worked, her brow furrowed with focus and fatigue.

“We lost too many,” Aria murmured, her eyes fixed on the broken line of the horizon. Her voice was hoarse, not just from pain, but from the weight of all she had seen.

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