Kris looked at Chen with a determined gleam in his eyes as Kris opened his majestic wings, the iridescent feathers catching the sunlight. The weight of their mission hung heavy in the air between them. "We must finish this war, whether we like it or not. We've been stalling for long enough," Kris declared resolutely before launching himself into the sky. "I agree," Chen replied, his voice as steady as his gaze as he turned to the red wolves standing behind him. Thunder stepped forward and bowed his head beside Chen. "Chen, I want you to rip each of them apart like paper," Thunder's voice rumbled with a mix of command and pride. Chen nodded sharply, his jaw set with determination, before sprinting off towards the looming battlefield. As Chen disappeared into the distance, Thunder couldn't help but feel a swell of paternal pride. "That's my son," he thought, a fierce mix of emotions churning within him. Meanwhile, Kris soared gracefully through the skies, his silver wings catching the light with each powerful beat. He glanced down at the unfolding chaos below, a twinge of sadness in his eyes. "I'm glad they forgave him," Thunder's voice, tinged with a hint of regret, whispered through the air as he walked back to his spot on the roof, his wise old eyes watching over the battlefield with a mix of sorrow and hope. The war raged on, a symphony of chaos and conflict that seemed endless. But as Kris and Chen fought on, their destinies intertwined with the fate of their kind, the promise of peace glittered like a distant star on the horizon, beckoning them forward into the unknown.
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Tpotol book 14: Thunder's Nightmare
FantasyThunder had always believed that his world was perfect. His son, Chen while Sehun was thriving under their guidance. Everything seemed to be going well until one day, when Kris and Luhan, the trusted brothers who had always stood by Thunder's side...
