Chapter 65
The past few days had been a blur of blood and shadows, a relentless pursuit fueled by Col's burning rage. He had become a hunter, a predator, tracking the assassins of the Dark Brotherhood with a single-minded focus. He had found them, scattered and isolated, and he had killed them, his movements swift and brutal, his heart devoid of mercy. He moved through the wilderness with a grim determination, his body hardened by days of relentless travel, his eyes burning with a cold, unwavering resolve. He no longer fought with the calculated precision of a mercenary. Now, he fought with a raw, untamed fury, a force of destruction unleashed by grief and vengeance. He had hunted them down, one by one, his blade a blur of motion, his strikes precise and lethal. He left a trail of bodies in his wak
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