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The clashing of their sword continued at a fast pace but Eric’s eyes were fast enough to see their every move. “Andy, stop being on the defensive and counterattack! Caspian, you are too aggressive and you’re leaving a lot of openings!” They both nodded as they pushed each other away. Andriel attacked again but Caspian was quick to counter. At that time, he was warier of his and his opponent’s moves as well as his surroundings. He knew that the prince would be more aggressive so he needed to solidify his defense. Clang!

Caleb looked unsure for a second but then he became determined. "If they want to play dirty-" He began, looking everyone in the eye. His voice loud and strong, reflecting his leader status "-then we play dirty back" --- Rowan was watching the Rika citizens prepare for war. It was always fascinating to her to see the difference between the two nations' tactics. She had witnessed Alexa start a fire in the forest near Lamarie this morning and as Alexa sauntered back to the safety of Rika she went to wake up one of the Lamarians.

With the return of Nocté, the element calmed down and floods no longer happened. Agnes and Bastian had to work hard and hire local help to make the Black Cliff habitable for people, not sea creatures. There was plenty of work left to this day, but Agnes kept her chip up. Nocté was surprised at the strong health of the old woman: she never complained to her about back pain or aching bones.

BLAKE’S POV There was something wrong. The way she moved. The way she spoke. Even the way she looked! But most importantly, the way she held the clay. Clara was angry, everyone could tell that, but what was surprising was how she held the clay in her hands that she was using to demonstrate how to burnish after molding. The sides of the almost hardened clay were beginning to crack from the pressure her palms exerted on them. All of us were deathly quiet probably to know if we could hear the bowl crack, but mostly so our heads wouldn’t be next in line.

"It's either you give me your powers or the clan dies alongside your lover. Think wisely damsel time is running out." "Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk."

Even if we didn’t leave to hunt the entire season, we wouldn’t starve. Camilla, on the other hand, still believed that, just like in the last life, the war for territory would only begin after winter ended. I had no intention of waiting until spring. The only way to win was to strike first, when no one expected it. While Camilla hid in capital, dreaming of ascending to the throne of Luna Queen, I led a fully armed pack, launching a surprise attack under the cover of snow. With the coordinated combat I had trained them in, we quickly crushed the surrounding packs, which were already weakened by cold and hunger, and forcibly absorbed them.

Chapter 71 Raven sat in silence at the far end, wrapped in a dark cloak that hid the faint curve of her belly. The war table gleamed beneath torchlight; a map of the Northern Realms sprawled across it, punctured by blades marking borders, pins marking armies. Axel stood at the table’s head, his voice low but sharp as he addressed the gathered council of wolves. “Two months of rebuilding,” he began, “and now we have news of Lyandra’s banner flying over the Frostmarch. If we wait, she’ll come to us stronger than ever. We can’t afford that.”

The air crackled with anticipation as the battlefield became our shared hunting ground. Without warning, Zack lunged at me with a lightning-fast speed, his claws extended to rend and tear. Instinctively, I dodged his attack, my agility matching his own. We moved in a deadly dance, our bodies twisting and turning, each strike and parry filled with lethal intent. I swiped at Zack with my powerful claws, but he countered with a swift dodge, retaliating with a series of ferocious bites. The clash of our fangs and the sound of our growls echoed through the night, blending with the wind that whispered through the trees.

Where valiant men, by their bare strength attempt to defend their people, The Falcon’s men are ready to count their days by the swords in their hands. As some people escape for their life, Ayu's clan lay in wait for them. The moats that are used to protect their city have become their hindrance to flee. As horrible as it could be, Ayu’s Clan entered to antagonize the city, equipped by Clapestrisian prowess they raided from the soldiers. Their target is the palace and set fire to its library. By all the troubles that they brought, there are tremors in the land.