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Chapter 150: The Legion’s Shadow

Author: Saint Raphael
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-29 19:07:51

The scent of scorched earth still lingered in the air as Aria stood at the edge of the Heartspire plateau, the obsidian shard clutched in her hand.

Even cleansed, it pulsed faintly with residual darkness, like a whisper echoing from a distant void. She turned it over carefully, tracing the runes etched along its edges—a warning, a declaration.

We are legion. This was only the first.

Behind her, the mountain was quiet. The wind rustled the scorched grass and tugged at the ruined banners that once marked the high camp. Fires smoldered in the distance, but no more screams pierced the sky. For now, the bloodshed had ceased.

But peace had not come.

Kael approached silently, his cloak dragging over the gravel. His face bore new scars, his expression as hard as the steel at his hip. “They wanted us to see that message.”

“I know,” Aria replied without looking at him. “They wanted to provoke fear. Chaos. Doubt.”

Kael folded his arms. “Did it work?”

She exhaled slowly. “It worked well e
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