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Chapter 41: Teeth Rising

Author: Lucybasil
last update publish date: 2026-05-30 16:32:42

The line in the sky turned from ink to iron.

Through the frozen atmosphere the black streak Leo had pointed out did not disappear. It split the horizon like a chisel hitting slate. The sky made a metallic noise. The noise was not the whistle of the mountain wind but a raw rough sound being forced through dead stone. The purple ice above the garrison didn't just crack, it began to shed long sharp shards of ice which rained down into the courtyard and embedded themselves into the frozen mud.

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