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Trial by Fire

Penulis: Tyson Roy
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-05-28 17:04:56

The arena was carved from ancient stone, its surface etched with the claw marks of centuries, stained by the blood of those who had sought to prove something, honour, strength, truth, or vengeance. It sat sunken in the belly of Eldoria like a wound that never healed, only scarred over again and again.

Justice, here, was not spoken.

It was fought.

And today, the stone demanded proof. Not from the accused.

From the heir.

Elara stood at the center of the arena, the hem of her ceremonial tunic brushing against sun-warmed sand that had been soaked with blood for generations. Overhead, drums beat in slow, deliberate rhythm, heartbeats carved from war. Her pulse pounded louder.

Opposite her, already shifted and snarling, stood Dreven Stormfang.

Massive. Ruthless. A legacy of war made flesh. His bronze fur rippled under the sun, muscles taut with power, eyes golden and hungry. He had been bred for this.

Trained for it. Until now, he had been the council’s golden wolf.

Now, she was the threat
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