Chapter Eleven: "Fang's Oath"
From the shadows, Raizel saw him — the one behind it all.
The Crimson Fang stood tall, his aura swirling like a storm. It wasn't just power. It was ancient, primal… hungry.
He turned toward the scouts kneeling before him.
"Send word to all outposts," he growled. "A boy with fire in his veins and three-colored aura dares to challenge us."
None dared speak.
"He thinks vengeance makes him strong," the Fang continued, pulling his blade — a massive crimson broadsword with runes etched along its edge. "But he has no idea what strength costs."
He raised the sword, and aura lashed the air like a whip.
"Find him. Drag him to me alive."
One scout hesitated. "And if he resists?"
The Crimson Fang's voice was like thunder: "Then break every bone but his heart."
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Raizel and Lyra slipped away under cover of darkness.
They had started a fire.
But now… that fire was being hunted.