Chapter Twenty two:silver in the dark
The blade enters the stronghold without sound. It moves like a rumor. Like doubt. By the time the outer sentries collapse, their throats slit with impossible precision, the assassin is already inside the inner courtyard. The weapon it carries glows faintly silver-blue. Celestial fire. Forged to wound what should not exist. Malachai senses the danger seconds before impact. The bond snaps tight in his chest — a violent, warning pulse. He shoves Aurelia behind him just as the assassin drops from the upper balcony. The blade pierces through his shoulder. Silver fire explodes across stone. Aurelia screams. Not because she sees him fall— But because she feels the blade tear through him inside her own flesh. The bond amplifies the pain tenfold. Malachai hits the ground, blood sprea
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