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CHAPTER 42: THE SPITEFUL LEAK

Author: Inkbyjane
last update publish date: 2026-06-14 23:32:11

ELENA'S POV

The war council room in the highest spire of the Obsidian Fortress was thick with the scent of old parchment, cold iron, and rising panic. A massive wooden table occupied the center of the chamber, its surface covered in heavy maps of the northern border canyons. Alpha Silas was already slamming his fist onto the table, his yellow eyes wide with battle fury.

"If Kaelen’s vanguard gets through the narrow canyons, they’ll have a straight shot at our subterranean supply lines," Sila
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