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Kael’s Fury

Penulis: Tyson Roy
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-05-28 16:53:16

The forest was bleeding.

Twilight bled through the canopy in fractured streaks, painting the trees in bruised shades of amethyst and rust. The clearing bore the aftermath of violence, arrows cracked and discarded like broken promises, blood soaked into the roots of ancient trees, and a silence too sharp to be natural. The wind carried the stench of iron and the whispers of the dying.

Elara stood at the heart of it all, breathing hard, her boots rooted in torn earth. Her fingers clenched the hilt of her dagger with the desperation of someone who refused to let go until the shaking stopped. She had won, or survived, but it didn’t feel like a victory.

Then he came.

Kael arrived like a storm descending from the mountains—sudden, heavy, inevitable. His weight shifted the air. His footsteps struck the ground like thunder, parting silence and wind alike. His cloak, streaked with soot from the smoldering Nightfang ridge, billowed behind him like a herald of something darker. His eyes, silver,
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