Rise Of A Shattered Luna (Natalie) by Kave Derry novel Chapter 330

Chapter 330 The Frontline Sanction

Chapter 330 The Frontline Sanction

Baron’s POV

The soles of my boots struck the damp asphalt with a heavy thud that echoed through the canyon.

Cold mountain fog rolled in slow, deliberate waves between the black stone walls that formed the lower bypass.

Behind me, the convoy held formation.

Three reinforced land liners arranged in a tight defensive triangle, their engines humming low and steady.

Natalie’s vehicle sat at the center of that formation, fully shielded on all sides.

Through the tinted rear glass of the lead liner, I could still see her silhouette.

Natalie sat calm.

Still and unshaken.

Her golden eyes tracked the shifting road ahead with that precise focus.

She trusted me to hold the frontline so completely that she had already stopped worrying about it.

That trust… grounded more than any weapon ever could.

I exhaled once through my nose and began walking.

The canyon tightened around me as I advanced toward the chokepoint.

Ten meters. Fifteen.

The space between stone walls narrowed until the road itself felt like a blade laid flat across the earth.

My hands stayed loose at my sides.

But beneath the black tactical weave of my sweater, Raze was already awake.

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Like something ancient pushing against a sealed door, waiting for permission to turn the entire battlefield into silence.

Ahead, the enemy line adjusted.

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Twenty mercenaries.

Northern–grade execution units.

Their boots scuffed gravel in uneven rhythm but even training fractures when instinct overrides discipline. And instinct, at this distance, was beginning to fail them.

They weren’t reacting to a corporate executive.

I let my alpha pressure release.

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The canyon answered immediately.

The fog thickened, then condensed around the stone edges as if even moisture was reconsidering its loyalty to gravity.

The mercenaries stiffened.

One by one.

Their breath turned visible.

White plumes in the dark.

“Hold formation!” Jensen’s voice snapped through the canyon from behind the lead truck.

Too sharp.

A command built on panic disguised as authority.

He stepped into view seconds later.

Tattered coat flapping against the canyon wind.

Now stripped down to something hollow and frantic. His face was pale in a way that suggested he hadn’t slept in days.

His hands shook.

Violently.

Both were wrapped around a sidearm he could barely keep level.

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The proud son of Southern High Council influence reduced to a man trying to convince himself that pointing a gun meant control.

“One step closer and we open fire, Baron!” Jensen shouted.

Spit clung to the corner of his mouth as he spoke, his voice cracking under the weight of his own fear.

“The signal lanes are dead down here… Your pack network won’t reach you. You’re isolated.”

He swallowed hard, forcing air into his lungs like it was something he had to steal.

“Open your pack’s master vaults. Transfer the registries. Or we incinerate this entire convoy with everyone inside it.”

Silence followed his statement.

I stopped exactly five meters from his perimeter.

I lifted my gaze and met his directly.

“You still believe that you can take me,” I said quietly.

My voice didn’t rise.

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“You thought I was a man who hid behind contracts while you bled the woman in my den for leverage”

My hand slid into my pocket.

Slow.

The silver scalpel rested between my fingers when I pulled it free.

A relic that didn’t belong in modern warfare–but had never needed modernization to remain relevant.

The metal caught what little light survived inside the canyon.

A thin reflection of something sharper than steel.

“You brought my stepmother’s garbage into my children’s clearing,” I said.

My eyes narrowed slightly.

“And now… your time is up.”

Jensen’s expression broke.

“Kill him!” he screamed, stumbling backward behind the truck. “Fire! Fire now!”

The canyon detonated.

Automatic gunfire erupted in a synchronized flood of silver–laced rounds.

Muzzle flashes stuttered across the fog like dying stars.

Layer upon layer of controlled chaos filling every inch of stone/walled space.

But before the first wave could even stabilize-

the canyon answered from above.

Crack.

A single shot.

Then another.

Then another.

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just enough for clean execution lines.

ard onto asphalt before their firing systems could complete a second cycle.

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Ridgeline contact!” someone shouted. “Return fire–return fire on the ridges!”

The formation fractured

I moved.

The first mercenary turned toward me too late, his rifle still rising when my hand closed around his

He dropped without a sound.

I rotated my shoulder and used his momentum, launching him directly into the second mercenary

Their bodies collided with brutal force, slamming into the reinforced bumper.

Another guard screamed.

“He’s in the blind zone!”

His tracking board overloaded as I appeared at his flank without crossing visible space.

The silver scalpel moved once.

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