Raid |link| | Bunawar The

By the time the Serpents reached the village square, they found no one. The huts stood empty. The paddies were still. The shrine’s door hung open, revealing the Seed—a soft, pulsating orb of amber light—floating above a stone altar.

The raid began not with a shout, but with a whisper. bunawar the raid

Veth fought her way to the Seed, determined. She grabbed it. By the time the Serpents reached the village

Kael, a young fisherman’s son, was the first to notice. He had lingered by the river to mend a net, his hands moving by moonlight. A ripple on the water—unnatural, too steady. Then another. He looked up and saw them: dark figures slipping between the trees, their curved blades wrapped in cloth to muffle reflections. Their eyes were empty, trained only on the shrine. The shrine’s door hung open, revealing the Seed—a