Fangs in the Fog



In the ruins of Aokami Temple, where whispers of forgotten gods echoed through broken pillars, stood Kaen—the Crimson Fang. A lone warrior with the blood of wildcats running through her veins, Kaen was neither fully human nor beast. Her red tail flicked with restrained fury as her golden eyes scanned the horizon, the scent of approaching foes sharp in the wind.


Long ago, her clan protected Aokami’s sacred relics, blades forged from fallen stars. Now, Kaen was the last of her kind, her crimson katana the only weapon standing between the encroaching warlords and the temple’s final secret. As the sky darkened with ravens and enemies approached, Kaen raised her sword, her heart steady. The fate of Aokami—and perhaps the world—rested on the swiftness of her claws and the sharpness of her blade.


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