Chapter 39
Dae-Hyun The palace hummed with a tension that seeped into every stone and corridor. From the upper balcony I could see soldiers lined in the courtyard, torches flickering against steel as blades were sharpened and bows strung. The rhythm of whetstone on iron echoed in steady pulses, like the heartbeat of the army preparing for tomorrow’s slaughter. Gon’s barked orders cut through the night like a whip. “Tighter lines! You think Bool-He’s mutts will wait for you to fumble?” He moved like a prowling wolf, eyes sharp, his voice carrying both ferocity and pride. I almost envied the men — to have a commander like him to carry their focus. But the weight pressing on me was heavier than armor. Tomorrow’s dawn would demand more than soldiers. It would demand blood, justice, and the throne’s ha
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