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THE CURSE OF ALTVALL : CHAPTER 61 – 70

Kelzar’s silence lasted only a breath before he nodded.

“Yes,” he said. “Let the island decide. If he survives… then perhaps he truly is beyond us. But I doubt it. He’s still just a child. Weak. Alone.”

“Good,” Kelzar growled. “Let the vultures write the end of him.”

THE CURSE OF ALTVALL : CHAPTER 61 – 70

Before the break of dawn, the three Alphas cloaked themselves and set off under the veil of mist and moonlight.

They rode in silence, carrying the unconscious child wrapped in tattered linens. Jeun did not wake. The movement, the chill, the howling wind—none stirred him.

The outskirts of Altvall Island were desolate. Rugged cliffs. Twisting dead trees. Caves that had never known fire or light. No man lived there. No beast made a home. It was a place shunned even by shadows.

They stopped at the mouth of a narrow ravine, where thornbrush grew wild and thick, and the land dropped off into a ravine of jagged stone.

Here, they laid him down—beside a crooked tree with no leaves.

Bard looked down at the boy. For a flicker of a moment, his gaze softened—but only slightly. Just enough to see a hint of wonder.

Then it vanished.

“Let him be forgotten,” Bard said coldly.

They turned without another word, leaving the child alone. Abandoned. Cold.

The wind whistled through the rocks as the three Alphas vanished into the forest.

Jeun lay still.

A trail of dried blood remained beneath his side, but his breath continued… slow, but steady.

The outskirt held its silence.

But deep in the woods, something watched.

Something that had been waiting.

THE CURSE OF ALTVALL : CHAPTER 61 – 70

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