Chapter Twenty-Three: "The Riftlands Trap"
Raizel led the Ash Vow into the Riftlands — a barren, scorched territory where aura storms split the sky.
At the center stood ruins from the First War — twisted towers, broken swords embedded in stone, and shadows that whispered secrets.
They found no enemy.
Only a boy… barely alive, whispering one word: "Trap…"
And then — darkness fell.
From every crevice, Black Aura warriors surged. Shade reappeared, blade reforged, grinning. "Welcome, Raizel. He's watching now."
High above, standing on the broken spire — Crimson Fang himself appeared, cloaked in black flame, arms crossed.
Raizel stepped forward, golden aura flaring.
"Then let him see how a true flame burns."
The Riftlands erupted in war.