Transmigrated into Fractured Dawn as the Awakened Cinder - Chapter 20: A vow

... ttered roots marking where blades had clashed.

Riven lay slumped against a twisted tree, his chest rising unevenly, his skin still steaming faintly from the Ember Lash Requiem. His hands trembled, the rune on his arm pulsing weaker now.

His breaths dragged, heavy and raw.

"You really had to make me use it," he muttered again, voice rasping into the wind.

Footsteps approached—not the clank of silver armor, but the soft, padded crunch of boots on damp moss.

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