All Chapters of Department of unintentional Heroics: Chapter 101
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Chapter 101: The First Dawn
Chapter 101 – The First DawnWhen the light faded, they were no longer in the Loom.Kai blinked against the sudden warmth on his face. For a moment, he thought it was another illusion, another trick—but no. He felt grass beneath him. Real grass, soft and damp. He smelled rain in the air. He heard the rustle of wind in trees.They were home.The four lay scattered across a hillside overlooking a wide valley. The sky was bruised with dawn, streaks of gold and violet bleeding together as the first sunrays broke. Birds wheeled overhead, their songs strangely louder than Kai remembered, as if the whole world had drawn in a long breath it could finally release.Mira pushed herself up first, groaning. “If this is the afterlife, it’s got terrible accommodations.”Toren laughed, the sound hoarse and genuine. “Grass instead of flames? I’ll take it.” He flopped onto his back and spread his arms wide, staring at the sky. “Hells. We actually did it.”Elira sat quietly, hands pressed to the earth,
Chapter 102:Ripples Across the World
Chapter 102 – Ripples Across the WorldI. The Fallen ProphetsIn the marble hall of the Temple of Threads, silence reigned. For centuries, the Order of Prophets had stood as arbiters of fate, their every word shaping kings and guiding empires. Today, their voices were gone.High Oracle Sareth clutched the sacred loom-staff, its once-glowing crystal dull and lifeless. Around her, acolytes whispered in panic.“The visions… they’ve vanished.”“My dreams—there’s nothing but silence!”“Without prophecy, who will guide the kingdoms?”Sareth stared at the horizon through the temple’s high windows. Her chest felt hollow, her certainty gone. “The Loom has abandoned us,” she whispered. “No. The Loom is no more.”For the first time in her life, she was not a prophet. She was just… Sareth. And she didn’t know if that terrified her or set her free.II. A King Without a ScriptFar to the north, in the storm-wracked citadel of Ironvale, King Dareth sat on his throne, surrounded by advisors in chaos.
Chapter 103: Threads of the Self
Chapter 103 – Threads of the SelfThe hillside had grown quiet again. The valley below hummed with the noise of awakening freedom, but atop the ridge, the four companions sat in rare stillness. No looming battle. No prophecy dragging them forward. Just themselves—and the weight of what came next.KaiKai sat cross-legged, fists resting on his knees. His knuckles still bore the bruises of the Harbinger’s defeat, the skin torn and raw. For years, he had been driven by a single thread—a destiny forced upon him, a fight he could never walk away from.Now, that thread was gone.“I don’t know who I am without a fight,” he admitted quietly. His voice carried across the grass, not demanding, not ashamed, just… honest. “I always thought I was supposed to be the fist that broke fate. But I did that. And now…” He exhaled, shaking his head. “Now I don’t know what to be.”Mira tossed a pebble at him. It bounced off his boot. “Then be whatever you damn well please. For once in your life, stop waiti
Chapter 104: A World Without a Script
Chapter 104 – A World Without a ScriptThe days after the Harbinger’s fall unfurled like a tapestry without a weaver. The threads that once bound nations, destinies, and ordinary lives no longer tightened into predictable patterns. Instead, the world began to fray.The Shattered KingdomsIn the south, the banners of the Drosian Empire were torn down not by foreign invaders, but by their own people. Soldiers threw down their spears, tired of marching to wars that no longer carried the weight of “fate.” Farmers refused to pay tribute, saying, “The Loom is gone. Why should we?”By week’s end, three provinces declared independence. By month’s end, ten more. The once-mighty empire split into quarrelling shards, each led by voices who had been silenced under the yoke of inevitability.Yet freedom bred chaos. Where one province raised its flag for peace, another raised blades for conquest.The Unmoored PriestsFarther west, temples crumbled not from battle, but from silence. Priests who once
Chapter 105: The City of Broken Bells
Chapter 105 – The City of Broken BellsThe city of Calvess was once known for its bells. Dozens of towers crowned its skyline, each ringing at dawn, midday, and dusk, marking the hours of work, prayer, and rest. Merchants joked you could tell the time of day by the sound of a thousand clappers swinging in harmony.When the four arrived, the bells were silent.A City in PanicThe streets were a riot of voices. Citizens crowded the marketplace, shouting demands at a council too divided to lead. Half the stalls were abandoned; the other half were barricaded, merchants clutching clubs to keep mobs away.On the temple steps, a former priest screamed that Calvess must submit to his new commandments or face ruin. Across the square, a ragged woman stood on a barrel shouting the opposite—that Calvess was free now, and the people should burn the temple to ash.The crowd surged back and forth like a tide, neither side strong enough to win, neither weak enough to vanish.“This place is ready to e
Chapter 106: Sparks in the Silence
Chapter 106 – Sparks in the SilenceThe night after Kai’s words, Calvess did not sleep.Fires burned in alleys, not from battle but from neighbors huddling together, arguing over what “freedom” meant. Some claimed the city had been liberated from chains. Others insisted it had been abandoned to anarchy.The bells in their towers hung heavy, unmoving, as though they too waited to see which way the city would turn.Whispers of DivisionThe four took shelter in an abandoned inn near the river. The walls groaned with every shout carried on the wind.Mira paced restlessly. “They’re splitting already. Half of them want to build a council chosen by the people. The other half are gathering behind that priest—what’s his name? Revnar. He’s preaching that without the Loom, the city must accept him as its ‘new destiny.’”“Convenient destiny,” Toren muttered, sharpening his axe. “Bet he writes his own sermons with one hand and counts coin with the other.”Elira sat by the window, her eyes reflecti
Chapter 107: Blood on the Cobblestone
Chapter 107 – Blood on the CobblestonesThe square of Calvess had become a battlefield.The air rang with shouts, screams, and the clang of makeshift weapons. Stones and torches flew through the air. The smell of smoke clung thick, choking the lungs.In the chaos, Solenne lay half-conscious, blood streaking her brow as her followers struggled to protect her from Revnar’s zealots. The crowd surged like a living storm, tearing itself apart.The Split DecisionToren cursed, shoving past a knot of brawling men. “If she dies, the council dies with her! I’m not letting her fall!”Mira followed, slashing the haft of a spear to clear a path. “Go, Kai—Elira and I can handle this!”But Elira didn’t move. Her eyes stayed fixed on the cloaked man slipping into the alleyways at the edge of the square. “That strike wasn’t chance. If we don’t find out who lit this fire, it will burn again—and worse.”Kai froze, caught between them. Save Solenne, or chase the saboteur? Both choices could decide the f
Chapter 108: Echoes of Fire
Chapter 108 – Echoes of Fire The city of Calvess burned with its own fury. From the high towers to the lowest alleys, every street seemed to vibrate with the clash of voices, steel, and fear. The bells still refused to ring, as though the city itself held its breath. The Square – Blood and Resolve Toren swung his axe in a brutal arc, scattering zealots like wheat before the scythe. He fought not to kill, but to clear a path, his body a living shield around Mira and the wounded Solenne. Mira’s voice cut sharp over the roar. “This way! Toward the river!” But the mob was relentless. Revnar’s zealots screamed that Solenne was cursed, that her blood would consecrate the square. Her followers screamed back, desperate, clashing in a storm of fists and blades. A stone struck Mira across the shoulder; she staggered, nearly dropping Solenne. Toren’s roar shook the square as he slammed his axe into the ground, splintering cobblestones and driving back attackers by sheer force of will.
Chapter 109: The Quiet Before the Fracture
.Chapter 109 – The Quiet Before the FractureMorning came gray over Calvess. Smoke still curled from buildings where torches had been hurled, and the cobblestones of the square were stained darker than they had been the night before.The city had not broken entirely, but it had cracked. And in the cracks, danger whispered.Solenne’s WakingSolenne stirred at last in the riverside storehouse where Mira and Toren had hidden her. The wound on her brow had been bound, though her skin was pale and clammy.Her first words were not of pain, but of fear. “How many?”Mira glanced away. “Too many. Both sides bled last night. Revnar screams louder than ever. He says your fall was proof the gods struck you down.”Solenne tried to sit but winced, clutching her side. “If he seizes the square, the people will follow him. Fear listens louder than reason.”Toren’s jaw tightened. “Then maybe reason needs sharper teeth.”But Solenne shook her head. “No. If we answer fear with force, Calvess will become
Chapter 10: Voices in the Square
Chapter 110 – Voices in the SquareThe square of Calvess had not been this crowded since the spring markets, when caravans came singing down the river. Now, no songs rose—only murmurs thick with fear.At the temple steps stood Revnar, his crimson cloak torn but his voice sharper than ever. He raised a hand, and the crowd stilled as if the very air had been leashed.“You saw it with your own eyes!” he thundered. “The pretender struck down, the heavens themselves casting judgment! And yet still, her name is whispered in the shadows. Lies, deceit, treachery—nothing more!”The crowd rumbled. Some nodded, desperate for certainty. Others glanced uneasily, as though fearing the weight of their own doubts.And then—another voice cut across his roar.Solenne’s ReturnSolenne stepped into the square, leaning on Mira’s arm. Her bandages were visible, her gait unsteady, but her presence commanded more than strength could have. The sight of her drew gasps from the people.Revnar’s eyes widened bef