Chapitre 87: snake reshaping
In a sheltered grove of dark pines, Elder Kazreth walked with Threnix at his side. Dappled moonlight revealed subtle carvings on tree trunks—old sigils testifying to long-forgotten treaties. Kazreth paused to inspect a symbol resembling a coiled serpent devouring its own tail. A reminder that cycles of power rose and fell, and the Serpents must always adapt.
"Threnix," Kazreth said softly, "we stand at a turning point. The Ember Circle has grown moral and strong, but we have named our powers as well. Malzaryn's subtle strikes, Ivrineh's quiet infiltrations, Yashever's gentle poisons, and your unwavering guard—they give us clarity."
Threnix nodded, his onyx armor rustling. He understood Kazreth's meaning: the Serpents needed more than cunning now; they needed an identity to match or surpass the Ember Circle's. By naming and elevating key figures, Kazreth had given the sect focal points for loyalty, ambition, and fear. Now when the Serpents spoke of action, they could invoke names that carried weight, rather than faceless rumor.
Kazreth recalled how the Ember Circle's leaders bore titles and names that inspired admiration. Their refined martial arts and moral stance impressed many. The Serpents required a response that embraced their nature—stealth, subtlety, and relentless strategy. Names and reputations would help them parry the Ember Circle's influence in the hearts and minds of neutrals and allies.
Leaving the grove, Kazreth returned to the Silent Court. Under his jade mask, a faint smile curved. He imagined future negotiations, where mention of General Malzaryn's midnight maneuvers would cause nervous glances, or where rumors of Ivrineh's presence in a crowd would hush it instantly. Yashever's poisons would linger in political conversations, and Threnix's onyx armor would loom in nightmares.
Though on equal footing, both the Ember Circle and the Golden Serpent Sect strove to surpass each other. The Circle had their dignified arts and moral clarity; the Serpents now had named leaders whose identities symbolized cunning and dread. The stage was set for new confrontations, where both sides would employ everything they'd built over the years.
As dawn approached, Kazreth entered a quiet hall where a lone candle flickered. He whispered to the flame, "The world shall know our names. Let them remember Elder Kazreth, the Jade Whisper, and his chosen powers who coil unseen, prepared to strike." The candlelight wavered, as if acknowledging his vow.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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