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Samuel could feel it now—under his boots, behind the stone, within the wind. It pulsed like a dying star trying to reignite. Every step through the tunnels below Aretra was a descent into something older than pain, older than history.Sarah walked beside him, sword in hand. Her eyes were unblinking.“You’re sure this is where she’s hiding?” she asked.He nodded. “Falcon traced the artifact’s resonance. She’s somewhere deep. Possibly near the Well.”“The last time someone tried to approach the Well,” Sarah said, “they went mad.”“I was born mad,” Samuel muttered. “This just makes it honest.”They passed skeletal remains—some armored, some not. Centuries-old victims of the Hollow’s whispers. It wanted to be worshipped. Or feared. Maybe both.Sarah spoke again. “What if she’s truly gone, Sam? What if all that’s left is the creature?”“Then I’ll bring the creature down,” he said. “But I won’t believe she’s lost until I hear it from her lips.”“And if she lies?”He didn’t answer.At the ch
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It wasn’t just the storm anymore. This was something older, something vast—a breach not made by weather or war but by will. Wind screamed through the broken heavens, and Aretra’s tallest towers swayed as if cowering under some unseen weight.The artifact in Samuel’s hand blazed like a captured sun. Its light poured out across the war room, washing over stone walls and frozen faces.“No more delays,” he said, voice like iron. “Falcon—unlock it.”Falcon’s face contorted with pain as he stepped forward. “I can’t guide it. It responds only to blood... and choice.”“I’ve made mine,” Samuel said. “Do it.”Falcon touched the artifact. A violent pulse surged through the chamber, knocking Sarah and Hadrian backward. Samuel didn’t move. The light rose around him, swallowing everything. And then—Darkness.He stood alone in a place without ground or sky. A memory? No. A realm between thought and truth.A voice echoed from nowhere and everywhere.“Cassian Brook. Do you remember your real name now
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Thunder rolled like distant drums of war over Aretra, the skies bruised in shades of black and iron. Lightning split the clouds, illuminating the city walls where soldiers stood like statues, soaked and silent, watching the tree line for movement.In the war room, the air was taut. Samuel stood before a map riddled with red pins, his gaze sharp, jaw clenched. Beside him, Sarah wiped rain from her brow, her damp coat shedding droplets onto the floor.“They’re surrounding us,” Damian reported, pushing a fresh set of satellite photos onto the table. “Three divisions. One from the east, two flanking from the north and south.”Samuel’s fist landed on the table. “Arthur is trying to box us in. Starve us out before he strikes.”Sarah pointed at a narrow alley between the mountains. “There’s still a passage through Black Hollow Ridge. He won’t expect movement there.”“We’re not evacuating,” Samuel snapped. “We hold Aretra.”“No,” Sarah countered firmly. “We use it. If we lead a decoy unit thr
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"What do you mean he’s gone?" Sarah's voice echoed in the corridor beneath the city, rage and disbelief curling in her tone like fire around dry wood.Damian held his ground, jaw clenched. "The Falcon slipped away sometime after the evacuation. No one saw him leave. His injuries were severe, but... he knew something."Samuel leaned against the stone wall, hands trembling. The chamber still smelled of smoke and blood. The battle above ground had scarred the city, but this betrayal — or disappearance — hit deeper. "He wouldn't just leave. Not unless..."Sarah turned to Samuel. "Unless he knew something we don’t. Or unless he was never fully on our side."Silence fell over the group. The crackling of a broken power conduit in the corner was the only sound.Damian muttered, "I’ve already dispatched scouts. If he’s alive, we’ll find him. But we have a bigger problem. Arthur’s assault isn’t slowing. They’re hitting Sector Seven now."Samuel straightened, eyes dark. "Then we move. We don’t w
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Smoke billowed over Aretra’s southern district as the first wave of Arthur’s assault struck. The city’s defenses, though formidable, groaned under the pressure of relentless Void-fueled artillery. Alarms wailed in the distance, and the air tasted of ash and urgency.In the war room, chaos churned like a storm. Maps flickered with incoming alerts. Commanders barked orders into comms. Sarah paced near the central console, her fingers trembling as she issued rapid commands.“We need eyes on the west flank!” she shouted. “Where’s our support from the 9th division?”Damian, blood trickling from a fresh cut on his cheek, slammed his fist on the console. “Pinned down at Barrow’s Gate. They won’t hold much longer.”Samuel stood still at the center of the room, the artifact pulsing at his side like a living heart. His gaze was fixed on the growing red splotches across the city map. “Arthur’s not holding back anymore,” he muttered.Sarah turned to him. “You knew he would escalate. But this… thi
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The city’s restless energy seemed to pulse under the setting sun, shadows creeping over rooftops as if mirroring the darkness spreading in the heart of Aretra. Samuel stood inside the war room, surrounded by his closest allies—Sarah, Madeline, Damian, and The Falcon. The weight of the recent encounter with the assassin still lingered heavily in the air. That woman’s words haunted him: Arthur was not simply a tyrant; he was a vessel for something far darker.“We need answers,” Samuel said, voice low but fierce. “If Arthur is controlled by something beyond us, then our fight isn’t just political. It’s spiritual.”Sarah nodded, scrolling through encrypted files on her tablet. “I’ve been digging into the history of the Brook family. There are old legends, ancient rituals they performed—some involving a dark entity sealed within the bloodline.”Madeline’s eyes flickered with concern. “That explains why Arthur has been so invincible. If he’s channeling an otherworldly force, brute strength
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In the dim light of their command room, maps and data flickered on multiple screens. Sarah leaned over the largest one, tracing the enemy’s troop movements with a steady finger.“They’re retreating to regroup at the old industrial district,” she said. “Arthur’s pulling back his forces, but he’s fortifying that area heavily.”Samuel paced, his mind racing. “If we let him strengthen there, he’ll be untouchable. We need to strike again, and soon.”Damian looked up from his tablet. “Our intel suggests Arthur’s also calling in reinforcements from outside the city. Mercenaries, highly trained, and heavily armed.”Madeline’s brows furrowed. “That means we’re going to be outnumbered. We have to be smarter, not just stronger.”Samuel stopped pacing and locked eyes with Madeline. “Exactly. And that’s why we need a new strategy.”He turned to Sarah. “What’s the status on the Void power training? How much control do I really have now?”Sarah hesitated, then replied, “You’ve improved significantly
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The city was waking up slowly, as if unsure whether to face another day or surrender to the weight of despair that had hung over it for so long. Samuel stood on the balcony of their safe house, watching the streets below, where people moved cautiously but with a flicker of hope in their eyes. The destruction of Arthur’s supply depot had been a significant victory, but Samuel knew better than anyone that it was just a crack in a much larger dam.“Did you sleep at all last night?” Sarah’s voice came from behind him, gentle but edged with concern.Samuel turned, his face drawn and tired. “Not really. My mind won’t stop racing. Every moment Arthur stays alive, the city is at risk.”Sarah stepped closer, her hands folded. “You should rest. You can’t keep fighting like this and expect to win.”He smiled faintly, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Rest is a luxury I can’t afford. Not yet.”Sarah shook her head. “You don’t have to carry this alone, Samuel.”He looked away, g
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Sarah approached, her footsteps light but steady. “You pushed yourself too far back there. Your energy—”Samuel cut her off, shaking his head. “I had to. That artifact... if I hadn’t sealed it, Arthur’s plan would have succeeded.”Sarah looked at him, eyes softening. “I’m worried about what that power did to you. You’re not invincible, Samuel.”He smiled faintly, the weight of the day etched on his face. “No one is. But sometimes, the cost is necessary.”Behind them, Damian and Madeline gathered their gear, preparing to move. “What’s next?” Damian asked, his tone pragmatic but wary. “Arthur’s not going to sit still after this.”Samuel turned, the glow of his eyes dimming as he refocused. “We hit their supply lines first. Cut off reinforcements, delay their counterattack. Then we infiltrate again, this time aiming for Arthur himself.”The Falcon stepped forward, leaning heavily on his cane. “That’s a dangerous path, Samuel. Arthur’s not just a man anymore. The Shadowplane’s influence i
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