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CHAPTER 88: THE MARTYR’S STANCE

Author: Inkbyjane
last update publish date: 2026-07-07 12:00:42

NIKOLAI’S POV

​The clash of steel inside the ash-choked perimeter didn’t just sound like a duel; it felt like tectonic plates fracturing.

​My half-broken claymore slammed into King Richard’s gold-gilded broadsword, sending a blinding shower of sparks into the dark air of the throne room. The vibration shot straight up my arms, rattling through my wrists and tearing at the old scar tissue across my shoulders. My wolf spirit was an empty cup, leaving my internal channels dry, but my six-foot-se
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