2026-10-10 13:41:19The High Council met beneath the Red Cathedral.
Its seven members wore masks of different metals: iron, silver, copper, gold, bone, glass, and black stone. Behind them stood the cathedral’s altar, carved in the shape of a closed eye. Kael, Elia, Rook, and Anja entered under armed escort. Seris and the Ash Wolves waited outside with the city’s rift-touched resistance. Nessa had hidden the Crown shard beneath her coat. The council’s silver mask spoke first. “Kael Veyr, you have violated three royal laws and altered six sealed events.” “You can tell which events were sealed?” “We wrote the seals.” The gold mask turned toward Elia. “Vessel of the seventh bloodline, kneel.” Elia remained standing. “I am not your vessel.” The black mask laughed. “Identity is an inconvenience invented by people who fear purpose.” Kael stepped forward. “You are the closed-eye faction.” Every mask faced him. “That name belongs to your enemy,” said the iron mask. “Then why do your symbols appear in the rift creatures?” Silence answered. Rook drew his sword. “I served this council for six years,” he said. “I was told the gates were disasters. I was never told the council had been feeding them.” The bone mask tilted. “You were told what a useful man needed to know.” “And Kael?” “He was told nothing because he was designed to die.” The altar opened. Beneath it lay a stone staircase. Black wind rose from the crypt, carrying the smell of burning roses. Anja began to shake. “They kept the first promise below,” she whispered. The black mask raised one hand. Chains erupted from the floor and wrapped around Elia. Kael attacked. The council members moved with impossible speed. Iron struck his shoulder. Glass cut his cheek. Gold light pinned his legs. Rook fought beside him, but every blow he dealt returned from another mask. Elia’s silver eyes flashed. The chains began to crack. “Do not resist the purpose,” said the copper mask. “I am choosing,” Elia replied. She pulled once. The chains shattered. Anja rang the black bell. The cathedral windows exploded inward. Seris and the Ash Wolves charged through the smoke, followed by dozens of rift-touched citizens. The cathedral became a battlefield before the council could reorganize. Mara’s fighters poured through the broken windows. Jora took the balcony and began shooting at the silver mask. Halen raised his shield over the children escaping from the side aisle. Kael fought toward Elia, but the council divided the floor with walls of light. The gold mask healed every wound dealt to the others. The glass mask turned arrows into falling shards. The black mask spoke one word, and three resistance fighters forgot how to move. Rook reached the iron mask. “You served us,” the mask said. “I served the people you hid behind.” Rook struck. The iron mask blocked, but the blow cracked its shoulder. Anja rang the bell again. The sound passed through the masks and exposed the black roots beneath their bodies. “The roots connect them to the altar!” Nessa shouted. Kael looked toward the open staircase. The roots disappeared below, converging on a single point beneath the cathedral. He cut through the nearest light wall and reached Elia. “The crypt,” he said. “The council wants us there.” “Then we make them regret the invitation.” The black mask raised both hands. The altar split wider, and the stairway filled with red fire. A voice from below whispered, “Witness.” Kael and Elia stepped toward the darkness together. The council retreated toward the altar. The gold mask fell away from one member, revealing a woman with black roots beneath her skin. “The Hollow King is not beneath the cathedral,” Nessa shouted. “It is inside the council.” The woman smiled. “Not yet.” She stepped into the crypt. The staircase sealed behind her. Kael looked at the closed stone and heard seven voices whisper from below. “The final count begins.” The sealed stone trembled. Seven red lines appeared across its surface, but one line ended before reaching the edge. Nessa knelt beside it. “The count is incomplete.” Kael touched the broken line and felt Morrow’s presence beneath the city. “Then the final count cannot finish.” Rook looked at the stair. “Unless someone completes it.” The crypt opened below them.
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