Chapter 16 - March on the Kale Estate
The Kale Estate sat nestled in the lush, rolling hills south of the northern border—a sprawling fortress of white stone, manicured gardens, and high iron gates that reeked of arrogant wealth and false security.
At dawn, the quiet peace of the estate was shattered by a low, vibrating rumble that shook the morning dew from the grass.
From the mist-covered hills above, a column of riders descended like an avalanche of vengeance. At the forefront rode Fenrik Ashvain in his full battle regalia, his silver cloak billowing behind him, flanked by Commander Vance and fifty elite warriors of the Bloodmoon pack.
And walking beside Fenrik’s horse, moving with terrifying, silent grace, was Revna, her golden wolf manifested at her side, its massive frame glowing with an ethereal, blinding light that made the estate guards drop their weapons in sheer terror.
"Open the gates!" Fenrik’s voice boomed across the valley, rich with supernatural resonance that rattled the stained-glass windows of the grand manor.
The main iron gates didn't even need to be battered down. Terrified guards threw down their keys and scattered into the gardens as the golden guardian stepped forward, its massive paw gently nudging the heavy iron bars until the hinges groaned and snapped.
Lord Vane Kale stepped out onto the grand marble portico of the manor, dressed in his finest emerald-and-gold robes, his face pale and twisted with panic.
"Stop! What is the meaning of this?!" Vane shrieked, raising a trembling hand. "You are violating the laws of the High Council! You are outcasts!"
Fenrik reined in his horse right at the base of the marble steps, looking down at the Kale lord with undisguised contempt.
"The old laws are dead, Vane," Fenrik said coldly. "You sent assassins to my nursery. You burned my grain. You thought you could hide behind your money and your political titles."
Vane swallowed hard, backing up a step as Revna stepped onto the marble stairs, the golden light around her growing brighter by the second. "You... you wouldn't dare. The Tribunal will hang you both for treason!"
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"Let the Tribunal come," Revna said softly, her voice echoing like thunder across the courtyard.
With a wave of her hand, a shockwave of pure golden energy swept across the estate grounds, shattering every window of the manor simultaneously and pinning Vane Kale’s guards to the stone pillars without shedding a single drop of blood.
