Chapter 130

In the warriors’ courtyard, tension hung in the air like a taut bowstring.

Aethel paced beside Mirella, both of them cloaked in silent alertness. Kizara’s venomous words hadn’t faded into the wind. No, they lingered like the stench of blood before a storm. Every warrior who had heard her reckless outburst carried it now — not as anger, but as a memory. One that wouldn't be easily forgiven.

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