With a bow on his back and Kılıçgölü at his side, Alp left the tribe before dawn, guided by the shaman's map and the wind's whisper.
Through haunted valleys and forgotten tombs, he walked. In dreams, he saw her — the Witch. Her face hidden in shadows, her hands dripping with storm and smoke.
> "You are nothing," she whispered. "Just a boy with a stolen name."
But the sword hummed with power each time fear took him.
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