Chapter SixtyThe Wrath of the PrimordialSilence spread across the valley.No one moved. Nobody could believe what they'd just watched happen.The First Fang.The undefeated General of the Abyss, the wolf who had broken a hundred kings and never once knelt for anyone.Had bowed before Kael.The corrupted army stood frozen, waiting for some signal that never came. Many of them stared at Varkor like they expected him to laugh, to spring back up and reveal the whole thing as a trick.He didn't laugh.He stayed exactly where he was, kneeling beside Kael, and when he finally lifted his head, he held it high, like a man remembering what pride used to feel like.The gold in his eyes burned brighter with every second that passed. Whatever corruption had gripped him for centuries was losing its hold, peeling back layer by layer, and everyone close enough could see it happening in real time.Across the ruined field, the Primordial Darkness said nothing at all.Its eyes, red as an open wound, f
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