Chapter 129 Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Nine

• The valley trembled with the march of thousands. Almond’s army had converged like a tide of iron and fire, banners snapping in the wind, shields clanging against one another in a grim symphony of war. The scent of sweat, steel, and fear clung to the air, thick enough to choke those who dared stand too close.
• At the edge of the forest, Kael crouched atop a ridge, silver hair flowing with the gusts of wind. His eyes glowed faintly, reflecting the moonlight creeping over the distant mountains. Every movement in the valley below registered in his mind, every heartbeat, every rustle, every trembling breath of the soldiers.
• “…they come,” the voice of the First Master whispered within him, carried by the pulse of Hakana. “…and you will decide how the storm falls.”