Chapter 49: Outer Ring
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Doors opened. Chimney soot puffed. Apprentices jogged past with bundles of ore-strips wrapped in cloth, and a few night-shift miners trudged home in groups, eyes bleary but alert enough to recognize the lean boy with the Hollowback.
"Hollowback Tamer," one whispered. Another muttered, "The one who floored Ayan Vaelor." The story of him punching a D-rank tamer had spread like wild fire in last two days.
Whispers slithered in their wake like rumors born from smoke. Zephyr ignored them. He kept his eyes ahead, his breath slow and steady, counting heartbeats, visualizing drills. He saw flames coiling from claws, arcs of movement, the phantom echo of Ayan’s grin. Every step away from Emberfall was a step closer to readiness.
Two days of forced rest had done more than heal. Star’s hide was no longer puckered and raw. Zephyr’s knuckles had darkened to purple but scabbed firm. They’d spent the downtime poring over maps, Arlen’s hand-drawn charts, and every line of the challenge parchment. Ayan’s official challenge letter sealed with wax so smug it may as well have laughed. Every detail had been studied like scripture. A map of vengeance.
The city wall loomed to Embergate East. It was a massive wrought-iron arch flanked by guard towers etched in glowing ward glyphs. The sentries waved them through with a nod. No need to question who or why as long as they got the permission papers.
Then, finally, they crossed the eastern aqueduct.
It ran like a river of fire beneath grated iron slats, molten runoff from the high kilns of the mountain smiths above. The heat pulsed through the soles of their boots. Golden orange light cast flickers up their legs as if they were walking through the mouth of a volcano.
Beyond the aqueduct, the terrain shifted. Cobblestone gave way to volcanic gravel. Trees clawed into view, black barked, thick limbed, leaves curled red as old blood. Emberwood Forest.