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Chapter 111: Chains of Celestial Vows

Author: Saint Raphael
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-18 14:08:29

The storm had broken just before dawn, but the air remained heavy, saturated with the scent of ozone and scorched earth. Ash clung to the charred ruins of the sanctum like ghostly remnants of secrets long buried. Aria stood at the edge of the ruined dais, her cloak fluttering against the rising wind, eyes fixed on the horizon as though searching for answers not yet spoken.

Behind her, Kael approached silently, his steps slow but deliberate. His shirt was torn, streaked with blood and soot, but his gaze—steady and unwavering—remained fixed on her. They hadn’t spoken much since the sanctum fell, since the truth beneath the ashes had surfaced like a curse returning to roost.

“They’re rallying again,” he said, voice low, as he stopped beside her. “Elandra sent word. The eastern outposts were attacked. We lost three sentries before dawn.”

Aria’s breath hitched. “Crimson Fang?”

Kael nodded grimly. “Same pattern. Same runes. Same message—no more unity.”

The words sliced through the air
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