Chapter Five: "The Path Begins"
By dawn, Loren was silent. No more fire. No more screams. Just ashes, smoke, and wind.
Raizel and Lyra buried who they could. Marked the fallen. Then, they left — carrying nothing but a blade, a crystal, and vengeance.
The world beyond Loren was harsh. Lawless lands stretched for miles, ruled by clans and guilds. The strongest survived. The weak served or perished.
Raizel's first target was clear: the Black Aura Clan — the ones who led the assault.
"They're based in the Scarred Valley," Lyra said, riding beside him. "No one goes there unless they want to die."
Raizel's grip tightened on his sword. "Then we'll go where death waits."
Along the road, they encountered wandering mercenaries, broken villages, and whispers of a power rising in the shadows — a warlord who sought to unite the aura clans under one flag.
But Raizel didn't fear names.
He only feared becoming nothing.
That night, under a blood-red moon, he swore an oath:
"I'll master this power. I'll hunt those who burned my home. And I'll carve a new legend… one strike at a time."