For five days, Crimson Fang rebuilt itself around Elara’s defense plan.

By dawn on the sixth day—the day of the blood moon—it no longer looked like a home.

It looked like a fortress.

Stone blocked the old service passages.

Archers held the ridge.

Royal Gu

The real evacuation began before sunset.

No alarm.

No screaming.

No one waiting for rogues to cross the line.

Elara had ordered civilians underground while the sky was still clear.

Some complained.

One elder called it excessive.

A mother thanked he

Silas did not attack like a rogue.

He attacked like someone who had studied every failure Crimson Fang ever made.

Three false pushes hit the outer walls at once.

A fourth struck the western creek.

Then a fifth group drove straight at the old service gate.

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