“Whoever dares to touch the Draven Clan… shall die!”
Kael Draven’s voice ripped through the chaos like a thunderclap. He landed hard, the ground cracking beneath his boots, and what he saw froze his blood—his grandfather, barely standing, surrounded by corpses and blood-soaked dirt. Something inside him snapped. Rage surged through him, raw and blinding, spilling out as killing intent so thick it felt like a storm about to break.
The warriors of the Veyne Clan froze. That pressure… that terrifying weight in the air—it could only mean one thing.
An Innate warrior.
Whispers spread fast, fear twisting their faces. So it was true. Kael Draven had broken through.
No one in Emberfall Town knew yet what he’d done. They didn’t know he’d killed Roderic Valmar and Lucian Draven, or that he’d fo
