Chapter 105: Goodbye, Ironhold
The wastelands groaned beneath the weight of silence. Blood soaked the cracked earth. Torn pieces of the sandworm—chitin, flesh, and shattered fangs—lay scattered like the aftermath of a god’s temper.
Kael rolled his shoulders, letting out a long breath. The last chunk of the beast sizzled behind him.
He grinned.
"That’s the last of them."
His boots crunched over a severed scale as he walked forward, flames still flickering along his arm. The fight had barely left a scratch.
"Compared to the worms in Dunehaven... this one was alot stronger."
The wind shifted.
A shrill hum broke through the sky.
Kael looked up, eyes narrowing.
A black ship streaked across the clouds—small, fast, leaving a faint shimmer in its wake. It headed straight for the settlement.
His grin returned.
"Guess that’s our ride."