Chapter 7 · free to read
Victory should have been silent because it was won. This silence was different. This was the quiet of ten thousand blades holding their breath.
The law-keeper who had once helped drown these swords now moved to bury the whole grave forever.
It was not a monster that answered Feng's seal. It was a message — one sliver of metal, older than the god they had just killed.
The shard spoke one word. It was not in any tongue the sect taught. And every blade on the mountain answered it like a prayer.
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