Semua Bab ALPHA GOD: Bab 141 - Bab 150

Rayka paced the length of the war room, her boots tapping a steady rhythm against the wooden floor. Her mind churned with thoughts of the ambush and the calculated precision with which the attack had been executed. Every detail—the timing, the terrain, the coordinated strategy—pointed to one undeniable truth: this was no random act of violence.Sylvester sat at the head of the table, his broad shoulders tense and his gaze fixed on the map spread before him. The table was cluttered with evidence retrieved from the ambush site: broken blades, marked arrows, a bloodstained map, and, most disturbingly, the silver ring etched with the emblem of the Silverclaw Order.The sight of the ring sent a shiver through Rayka. It was a symbol of an enemy long thought defeated—a ghost from their past that refused to be laid to rest. She reached out, her fingers brushing over the intricate design of the serpent coiled upon itself.“This can’t be a coincidence,” she said, her voice low but firm. “The Si

The air inside the grand hall was cold and still, a stark contrast to the warm sunlight spilling through the tall windows. Rayka and Sylvester stood side by side, their gazes locked on the figure seated at the head of a long obsidian table. The leader of the new faction, a man named Draven Kallor, exuded an air of control and menace. His presence dominated the room, every movement calculated, every glance a subtle assertion of power.“Welcome,” Draven said, his voice smooth yet laced with condescension. “I’ve been expecting you.”Rayka stepped forward, her posture poised but unyielding. “You’ve gone to great lengths to orchestrate this meeting,” she replied, her tone carefully measured. “Let’s not waste time with pleasantries.”A faint smile tugged at Draven’s lips. “Straight to the point. I can respect that,” he said, gesturing for them to sit.As Rayka and Sylvester took their seats, their elite guards positioned themselves discreetly along the walls, eyes scanning for any signs of

The council room was shrouded in a somber atmosphere. The scent of old parchment and burning candles filled the air as Rayka and Sylvester studied the detailed reports laid out before them. Helmar’s scouts had uncovered a revelation that sent a chill through the room—a hidden base belonging to the new faction, nestled deep in an uncharted valley surrounded by towering cliffs and dense forest.Helmar’s voice broke the silence. “The base lies here,” he said, tapping a spot on the map with his finger. “Near the Whispering Woods. It’s a stronghold—a fortress. They’ve taken great care to conceal it from prying eyes.”Rayka leaned forward, her sharp eyes narrowing as she traced the marked routes and symbols. “How long has this been there?” she asked.Helmar exchanged a glance with Seren, the lead scout. “Years, perhaps. Long enough to construct defenses, patrol routes, and stockpile resources. They’ve hidden it well, likely using the dense forest and treacherous cliffs as natural camouflage

The tension in the council room was suffocating, each leader’s gaze darting between Rayka and Sylvester as they delivered the troubling news. The messenger's announcement of the advancing forces had left a chilling silence in its wake. However, as the details unfolded, an even more sinister realization began to take root: someone within their ranks had betrayed them.Rayka’s mind raced as she paced the room, her thoughts a whirlpool of doubt and suspicion. Trust was the foundation of their fragile alliance, and if that trust was compromised, everything they had fought for would crumble.“We need to act fast,” Sylvester said, his voice low but firm as he leaned against the council table. “If there’s an inside man feeding information to the faction, they’ll know our plans before we even make them.”Helmar, seated at the far end of the table, nodded grimly. “But how do we root them out without causing a full-scale panic? The packs are already on edge after the Silvermane rescue and the re

The forest trembled under an unnatural energy. Shadows crept where they didn’t belong, and the wind carried whispers that felt like an unspoken warning. Rayka and Sylvester stood at the edge of Marelda’s clearing, watching the horizon light up with a pulsing glow. The artifact in Rayka’s hands hummed, its blue gem flashing in time with the ominous light.“This is it,” Rayka said quietly, her voice almost drowned by the rising gusts of wind. “The artifact is leading us there.”Sylvester tightened his grip on the hilt of his blade. “Then we have no choice. Whatever ritual they’re attempting, we have to stop it.”Marelda stepped up beside them, her sharp eyes focused beyond the treeline. “They’ve chosen a sacred place, one tied to the power of the Ancients. You must hurry, or the consequences will be irreversible.”“What happens if they complete the ritual?” Eira asked, her tone edged with unease.Marelda’s expression darkened. “It will awaken something that should remain buried—power th