“A traitor?” Rayden hissed, his low voice trembling with fury. The golden aura that had just settled within him flared again, rippling through the frozen lake beneath their feet. “You call her a traitor because she chose love?”Lady Anya didn’t back down. She met his burning eyes with a calm and complicated expression, a fragile weave of sympathy and sorrow that had long been buried beneath duty. “To us,” she said softly, “it was more than love, Rayden. It was a choice that risked the very survival of our clan.”“Tell me,” he said quietly, his voice lowering into a cold, sharp demand. “Tell me everything.”Anya exhaled, as if reopening a book she had sworn never to read again. Her words pulled the air taut, painting visions of the past, of a prouder, harsher Silent Valley, where love was a dangerous luxury, a weakness forbidden to those of divine blood.“Young Master Orion was shattered,” she whispered, her eyes distant. “He was the greatest prodigy of the Silver Wind Sect, a proud, d
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