All Chapters of Where Ashes and Oaths Collide: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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Chapter 61: Splinters

At the same time, Amelia slipped through the shadows, the dagger Luz gave her in her hand. Ahead, two guards watched as Luz and Cassandra fought, their attention focused on the fight. One guard hear the faint scraped of her boot and turned. Before he could call out, the girl darted forward with surprising speed. She ducked beneath his reaching arm and struck the hilt of her dagger against his wrist. His weapon clattered to the floor. Using her momentum, she spun past him and shover him off balance. He stumbled into the wall and collapsed to one knee. The second guard reacted immediately, drawing his word and advancing. Amelia backed away as he swung, narrowly avoiding the blow.She stayed light on her feet, forcing the guard to chase her. When he overextended on another attack, she stepped inside his reach and struck the flat of her dagger against his forearm. The sword slipped from his grasp. The guard then tried to grab her, but she twisted free and swept his legs from bene

Chapter 62: Conquest

The fighting continued for several hours before Cidade dos escravos was official concurred. Hours of brutal combat later, the sounds of battle gradually faded into the distant echoes of corrompido shouts and the crackle of flames consuming surrounding houses. Luz stood amidst the carnage, his black armour splattered with blood and grime, his breathing heavy beneath the plates. His amber gaze swept across the courtyard, searching for familiar faces among the scattered bodies and wounded soldiers. “Leo! Sol! Report status!” he called out, his voice carrying authority despite the exhaustion evident in his tone. Leo emerged wiping blood from his dagger with a satisfied grin. “Commander, the western gate is ours. Darm reports that the rest of the city has pretty much fallen. Supervivente is safe– he collapsed after that gate-busting trick, but he is breathing. Lua’s baby sitting him on the battlement with Sol.”The air beside Luz shimmered with

Chapter 63: Spiritually Bound

“I did not get hurt,” Amelia defended confidently. “And I already told you I am not leaving you.” Luz’s amber eyes searched her face as her confidence settled something within him. “You are impossible,” he said, a hint of his old warmth creeping into his voice. “Every time I try to push you away, you just stand there looking at me like I am still the knight who promised to protect you.” His armoured hand moved from the wall to rest gently against her shoulder, the black steel a stark contrast to the soft fabric of her tunic. The hidden white ribbon on Luz’s wrist caught the torchlight as he leaned closer. “Fine,” he conceded, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. Amelia went up to her tip toes and lightly kissed him on the corner of his lips. “Go to the cathedral, I will be fine,” she said softly.The black veins along Luz’s jawline flared violently at the touch of her lips. For a fracti

Chapter 64: Black or White, No Grey

“You find entertainment in my internal conflict,” Luz stated calmly. “The more I resist what you have bound me to, the stronger it grows. It is that simple.” His black gauntleted hand rested on the hilt of his sword, a familiar gesture that grounded him in the present while his mind raced through possibilities. The hidden white ribbon on his wrist felt like a brand against his skin. “I saw a knight that could be saved,” Mestre Escuro said with a strange smile. “One that was actually honourable. I through perhaps in time you would come to see out struggle. See us as more than just monsters. But you kept your distance.”Luz’s amber eyes widened slightly, the amber flicker becoming more pronounced as he processed Mestre Escuro’s confession. The idea that he saw something redeemable in him– something worth saving– was both absurd and unsettling. “You saw a knight who would burn his own soul to save civi

Chapter 65: Estrela Astuta

“Yes,” Mestre Escuro said simply. “For six years now, we have been fighting. I though our fight would be… I through it would be over by now.” Luz’s amber gaze remained fixed on Mestre Escuro, his expression unreadable as his confession hung in the air. “Six years of war for what?” he asked, his voice measured despite the emotional turmoil brewing beneath his armoured exterior. “What is your ultimate goal?” his black gauntleted hand rested on the hilt of his sword, fingers brushing against the frayed white ribbon hidden beneath. “You speak of freedom for your kind, but your methods are no different for the Santo order’s,” he continued taking a step forward. “You have become the very monster you claim to fight against.”“There are hundreds just below our feed,” Mestre Escuro said, the fight returning to his voice. “Hundreds of prisoners. There were thousands in Dourado.

Chapter 66: Love is a Weapon

Luz’s armoured hands clenched into firsts at his sides, the hidden white ribbon his his wrist feeling like a brand against his skin. “I could enter. But once inside, I would be vulnerable. My strength comes from darkness.” he admitted reluctantly, his amber eye flickering with vulnerability. “Take the girl with you,” Mestre Escuro said. “She seems to bring out the best in you.” Luz’s amber gaze snapped back to Meste Escuro, his expression shifting from contemplation to sharp disbelief. The suggestion of bringing Amelia along– of exposing her to the dangers of this mission– sent a jolt of protective instinct through him. “Take her?” he repeated sharply, his voice losing its measured command. “Are you insane? That island sounds dangerous.”Luz’s black gauntleted hand clenched into fists at his sides. The hidden white ribbon on his wrist felt like a physical weight against his skin as image

Chapter 67: Past Ruins

“You are not a toy,” Mestre Escuro said. “You never were.” Luz’s amber eyes narrowed at his words, his expression shifting from raw emotion to sharp calculation. The declaration that he was never just a pawn resonated with the deep-seated belief that his sacrifice six years ago had meant something beyond mere tactical advantage. “Never a toy,” he repeated slowly, his voice carrying the weight of years spent fighting against being used. “The prove it. Show me what this life looks like– this world where Santo’s knights and Corrompido do not have to kill each other.” His black gauntleted hand moved to rest on the hilt of his sword, fingers brushing against the hidden white ribbon. “Tell me exactly what this fountain does,” Luz demanded, his amber gaze fixed on the vial in Mestre Escuro’s hand. “The fountain and the ruins… they were found before the Santo’s order began. I was a young m

Chapter 68: Deal

Mestre Escuro’s distant expression as he recounted his past brought a flicker of something unreadable across Luz’s face. The image of Mestre Escuro– the leader of the Corrompido and his former enemy– as a young history student, driven by academic curiosity, was jarring. “History,” he repeated, his voice losing some of its earlier edge. “So, you were not always a monster.” The words were a statement more than a question, his amber eyes studying Mestre Escuro’s face with newfound interest. Luz’s black gauntleted hand loosened its grip on his sword hilt, the hidden white ribbon beneath feeling less like a relic of a dead life and more like an anchor to a shared humanity.“What did you find there?” Luz asked curiously. “We found tomes and old runes we could not translate,” Mestre Escuro said. “It was Estrela Astuta who discovered the fountain.” Flashes of a young woman’s face fla

Chapter 69: Sharing the News

As they walked through the winding corridors of the estate, Luz’s eyes scanned every shadow, every doorway. Old habits die hard; even in a place of supposed peace, he was a commander looking for threats. But as the air grew warmer and the scent of Jasmin and old stone replaced the sulphur of the battlefield, his pace slower as they entered a central passage. The hallways stretched forward in a long, symmetrical corridor, with a stone staircase at the far end leading to a lower level. The hallway is illuminated multiple candles circling a large wrought-iron chandelier fixture in the centre of the ceiling and candle sconces lining either side of the corridor.A wooden sideboard stands on the left side of the hallway, crafted from dark polished wood, with a vase with flowers on top. A narrow table lines the right-side wall, positioned under a portrait of a mountain range. Further down the corridor, several chairs like the right and left side, providing resting places for v

Chapter 70: Time

Luz held Amelia there for a long time, his amber eyes closed tight against the back of his eyelids. The weight of her arms around him felt impossible– as if she were made of something far more precious than flesh and bone. His left eye opened. The amber there bright and clear, like a lantern in the dark. “I thought I would never feel this again,” he whispered into her hair, his voice raw. “Not without feeling like I was dying.” He pulled back just enough to look at her face, his hands still resting on her shoulders. His thumb brushing against her cheek, the metal of his gauntlet cold, but the pressure behind it so gentle it was almost painful. “But first you need to get Estrela Astuta?” she asked curiously. “Where is she? Will it be dangerous?”Luz’s expression hardened, the warmth of the moment receding like a tide. The soldier in him reasserted control as he looked toward the window. “Estrela Astuta is at som

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