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Chapter 21 – The Siege Begins
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The horn’s cry tore through the mountain like the scream of a dying beast. Villagers scrambled in terror, clutching their children, while soldiers rushed to the battlements of the broken citadel. Torches flickered along the lower slopes, a river of fire crawling toward them—an army vast enough to swallow their hope whole.

Kael stood at the highest wall, the storm raging around him. His sword gleamed in the lightning, his jaw set like stone. Behind him, the people looked to him with eyes that begged for more than strength—they begged for salvation.

Isolde gripped her blades, scanning the cliffs. “There’s too many. Even if we hold the walls, they’ll bleed us dry.”

Kael’s gaze never wavered. “Then we make the Spires fight for us.”

Eldrin planted his staff into the stone. The ruins trembled as faint sigils lit along the broken ground, pulsing with ancient power. “The mountain remembers the kings who defied the gods. If we awaken its curse, the enemy will find no footing here. But…” His vo
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