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CHAPTER 170

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The descent from the Whispering Peaks was a somber, silent affair. Karn, stripped of both his fury and the Watcher’s cold control, moved like a ghost. His pack followed, tails tucked, their earlier arrogance replaced by a shamed confusion. We’d saved them from assimilation, but in doing so, we’d shown them the depth of their own vulnerability. It was a bitter medicine.

When we finally reached the familiar tree line of the Wildwood, Karn stopped. He didn't look at us, but his voice, once a grating challenge, was now a raw scrape in our minds.

“The land under your watch… it is not weak. It is… complicated.” He finally turned his great head, his one milky eye meeting Kairi’s, then mine. “We will not challenge. We will… observe. From a distance.”

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