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Chapter 385: DECIMATION OF THE WESTERN FORCE · Oct 30, 2026

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351 Chapter 351: IT BEGINS 2026-10-30
352 Chapter 352: MARRIAGE PROPOSAL 2026-10-30
353 Chapter 353: BROTHER 2026-10-30
354 Chapter 354: BEAST APPROVAL 2026-10-30
355 Chapter 355: NEW TRIBE 2026-10-30
356 Chapter 356: ALMOST TIME 2026-10-30
357 Chapter 357: INTO N’FOLU 2026-10-30
358 Chapter 358: URGENT MEETING. 2026-10-30
359 Chapter 359: INSANITY 2026-10-30
360 Chapter 360: REUNION 2026-10-30
361 Chapter 361: ANOTHER FAREWELL 2026-10-30
362 Chapter 362: PIECES MOVING 2026-10-30
363 Chapter 363: WOMAN IN RED 2026-10-30
364 Chapter 364: LAST WOMAN OF N’FOLU 2026-10-30
365 Chapter 365: SAGIRI VS RIKA 2026-10-30
366 Chapter 366: CRACKS IN THE FORMATION 2026-10-30
367 Chapter 367. A MINUTE TO KILL 2026-10-30
368 Chapter 368: NEW ARRIVAL 2026-10-30
369 Chapter 369: FAMILY 2026-10-30
370 Chapter 370: WARNING 2026-10-30
371 Chapter 371: TIPPING OVER 2026-10-30
372 Chapter 372. SANDSHADE DECOY 2026-10-30
373 Chapter 373. BONE TO CHEW 2026-10-30
374 Chapter 374. ZAKA ASAKANA VS SAGIRI I 2026-10-30
375 Chapter 375. ZAKA ASAKAN VS SAGIRI II 2026-10-30
376 Chapter 376. ZAKA ASAKAN VS SAGIRI III 2026-10-30
377 Chapter 377. LAST LESSON 2026-10-30
378 Chapter 378: THE STRONGEST KNEEL 2026-10-30
379 Chapter 379: A BETTER CHIEF 2026-10-30
380 Chapter 380: WESTERN DECOY 2026-10-30
381 Chapter 381: KUN OF THE WEST 2026-10-30
382 Chapter 382: THE ULTIMATUM 2026-10-30
383 Chapter 383: UNTIL NIGHTFALL 2026-10-30
384 Chapter 384: THE TITAN UNLEASHED 2026-10-30
385 Chapter 385: DECIMATION OF THE WESTERN FORCE 2026-10-30
386 Chapter 386: The Kun Duel with Zaira 2026-10-30
387 Chapter 387: THE KUN’S SURRENDER 2026-10-30
388 Chapter 388: THE COLD TRAIL OF THE SHADOW FORGE 2026-10-30
389 Chapter 389: SEYIKA’S TACTICAL GEOMETRY 2026-10-30
390 Chapter 390: THE INTERCEPTION 2026-10-30
391 Chapter 391: SQUAD TWENTY- FIVE OATH REAFFIRMED 2026-10-30
392 Chapter 392: SCOURTING 2026-10-30
393 Chapter 393: THE INFILTRATION PLAN 2026-10-30
394 Chapter 394: SUB-LEVEL BREACH 2026-10-30
395 Chapter 395: THE BEAST UNLEASHED 2026-10-30
396 Chapter 396: SEVERING THE DARK SEAL 2026-10-30
397 Chapter 397: THE SHADOW GENERAL’S SACRIFICE 2026-10-30
398 Chapter 398: THE EXTRACTION TRAP 2026-10-30
399 Chapter 399: BREAK THE ARRAY 2026-10-30
400 Chapter 400: CATACLYSM OF THE DEEP FORGE 2026-10-30

The shattered limestone floor of the basin became a raging maelstrom of white dust and splintered timber as Zaira pressed her relentless counter-offensive through the heart of the Western Army.

Every undulating surge of the titan serpent carried the kinetic weight of a shifting mountain, breaking through spear phalanxes before the western ranks could plant their shields.

Beside her massive coils, the ten Sandshades moved with flawless, lethal coordination, utilizing the blinding dust clouds to strike with terrifying efficiency.

They glided across the pulverized rock like desert ghosts, their gray cloaks blending into the haze as their crescent blades carved through weapon straps and shield grips.

N’varu slipped between two charging Tsanka captains, ducking beneath their synchronized spear thrusts with a single low pivot across the shale.

He struck the radial nerves in their weapon wrists with the flat of his dagger, disarming both veterans in the same fluid motion before sending them skidding into the dirt.

Across the lower terraces, secondary Tsanka battalions attempted to establish a locked shield wall, bracing heavy timber barriers reinforced with cold-rolled iron.

Their line bristled with three rows of barbed hunting pikes, designed to halt the charge of colossal wild beasts in the rough terrain of the western frontier.

Zaira did not slow her forward momentum, driving her armored chest directly into the center of the reinforced formation with the force of an avalanche.

The impact shattered the ironwood timber into thousands of jagged splinters, obliterating the defensive line in an explosive shockwave of splintered wood and flying stone.

Dozens of armored warriors were launched thirty paces through the air, thrown backward into the dry riverbed like scattered leaves before a desert hurricane.

On the northern slope, a squadron of elite Kafika beast-tamers attempted to flank the southern advance, shouting harsh commands through the settling dust.

They dragged twenty massive war-hyaenas forward by their spiked iron collars, cracking weighted leather whips to drive the savage predators into a killing frenzy.

The beasts snarled with bared fangs, their muscular frames armored in boiled leather as they prepared to leap down onto the exposed flanks of the Sandshades.

Zaira turned her massive triangular head toward the slope, her burning crimson eyes locking onto the approaching pack with ancient predator authority.

Her throat swelled as she released a low, localized harmonic resonance that bypassed the air entirely, vibrating directly through the limestone bedrock.

The subterranean frequency struck the war-beasts like an invisible hammer, rattling their bones and overwhelming their minds with pure, ancestral terror.

The war-hyaenas ceased their charge instantly, whimpering in agony as they clawed frantically at the dirt to escape the terrifying presence of the apex titan.

Their primal survival instinct completely shattered years of military conditioning, turning the beasts around to bolt in blind panic through their own handlers.

Heavy leather leads snapped under the strain as the panicking pack trampled the Kafika ranks, knocking beast-tamers off balance and rolling them down the scree slopes.

Behind them, reserve squadrons of razor-panthers broke from their iron cages, tearing through supply tents and scattering archers in their desperate bid to reach the high ridges.

With the beast vanguard eradicated and turning against its masters, the remaining Tsanka infantry found themselves completely exposed on the open canyon floor.

The southern warriors exploited the opening without hesitation, executing diamond-weave maneuvers that isolated western squads before they could reorganize.

A Sandshade leaped over a shattered supply wagon, spinning in mid-air to sever the bowstrings of six archers before sliding effortlessly back into the dust.

Two more desert guards moved in tandem along the western flank, disarming heavy spearmen with swift nerve strikes that left them paralyzed upon the shale.

Not a single lethal stroke was dealt by the southern blades, yet every western unit that entered the perimeter was systematically dismantled and neutralized.

The disciplined battlefield doctrine of the South was on full display—a demonstration of overwhelming power wielded with absolute, terrifying restraint.

Zaira advanced through the center of the valley, her massive tail sweeping side to side to clear barricades and crush abandoned weapon carts to kindling.

The seismic shockwaves of her movement destabilized the middle terraces, causing loose boulders to roll down into the western supply trenches.

Nearly half of the Western Army lay incapacitated, disarmed, or fleeing toward the rear mountain passes as the southern offensive tore through their ranks.

High on the eastern ridge, western captains desperately sounded the bronze retreat horns, trying to salvage the remnants of their shattered vanguard.

The narrow exit paths through the gorge quickly became choked with fleeing infantry, overturned carriages, and riderless mounts scrambling over the rocks.

The coordinated assault that had surrounded the basin at nightfall had completely dissolved into disordered chaos in less than fifteen minutes of combat.

N’varu stepped to the center of the cleared riverbed, his crescent blade resting loosely at his side as the settling dust coated his gray cloak.

Around him, hundreds of disarmed Tsanka veterans sat against the limestone boulders, clutching bruised limbs and staring in disbelief at the southern warriors.

None of them dared to reach for the weapons scattered across the shale, knowing that the colossal serpent above them could wipe them out with a single strike.

Zaira coiled her massive body into a towering crescent around the disarmed force, forming an impassable living wall of dark obsidian scales.

Her deep breathing sounded like the slow rush of ocean waves against a rocky shore, stirring clouds of white dust along the canyon floor.

The burning crimson light in her eyes remained fixed on the high command ledge where the last standing leader of the West looked down upon the ruin.

Kun Nakia stood on the precipice of the surviving rock shelf, her dark cloak whipping violently against the mountain wind as she surveyed the battlefield.

Her three-thousand-strong host had been utterly decimated, its front lines shattered and its elite beast divisions routed without landing a single lasting blow on the titan.

She could see N’varu standing unmoved in the center of the basin, his posture calm and unyielding beside the mountain-sized serpent.

She understood now why the South had sent only ten guards and a single beast to deliver their nightfall ultimatum.

They had not come to plead or negotiate from weakness; they had come to demonstrate that borders could not hold the wrath of the Living Memory.

Nakia reached across her chest, checking the leather straps of her predator-hide cuirass as she steadied her breathing against the cold air.

The small red-headed viper coiled tightly around her collar hissed into her ear, its slit pupils reflecting the terrifying glow of the serpent below.

Nakia knew that retreating now would save her life, but it would shatter the sovereign honor of the Tsanka tribe and leave the West disgraced before the world.

As Kun of the West, she could not turn her back while her warriors sat disarmed in the dirt beneath the gaze of southern blades.

She drew her twin curved predator blades from their scabbards, the dark steel catching the moonlight with an icy, lethal gleam.

The balance of the blades felt familiar and true in her gauntleted hands, honed through decades of hunting the fiercest apex monsters of the Sawaka wilderness.

She adjusted her stance on the edge of the limestone ledge, channeling the entire martial legacy of the Western hunting clans into her limbs.

If the Western Army could not halt the titan with iron and numbers, then the Kun of Tsanka would test the serpent with her own life on the line.

Nakia bent her knees, fixing her eyes on the armored neck of the beast below as she prepared to make her solitary, lethal descent into the canyon.

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