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CHAPTER 116: Being Selfish

Author: Zerath
last update publish date: 2026-05-21 22:30:37

Damian's POV

The scout shows up at noon.

I’m in the war room, going over maps and making plans. Viktor is out there, healing and regrouping. I can feel it deep down.

“Alpha.” The scout is panting, his face white as a sheet. “Viktor's forces are gathering in the eastern valley. He’ll be ready to strike in a week. Maybe sooner.”

I grip the table’s edge. “How many?”

“Eight hundred. Maybe

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