2025-08-19 06:39:36The palace gates were broken. Smoke poured from shattered towers, and the banners of the Fallen Army flapped in the night wind. Kael and Lira crept through the ruined courtyards, stepping over corpses of soldiers and servants alike.
Everywhere they turned, the invaders’ shadows lingered. Black-robed figures with glowing eyes moved with inhuman silence, cutting down anyone who resisted.
Kael clenched his cursed blade tighter, though each heartbeat sent another wave of pain through his veins. The sword fed on him, demanding more.
Lira pressed her back against a wall, bow in hand. “This isn’t just war. This is slaughter.”
Kael nodded grimly. He had grown up in these courtyards, chasing birds, sneaking into kitchens, laughing with Lira under the stars. Now the stones ran red with blood.
From the grand hall came a cry—a voice Kael knew. His father.
“Stay back!” Kael whispered to Lira before she could protest. He dashed through the smoke and burst into the throne room.
The king of Aeloria knelt on the shattered dais, crown at his feet, surrounded by shadow-warriors. His golden armor was cracked, his sword broken. Yet he still raised his head with defiance.
“Cowards,” the king spat. “You come under darkness, but the light will burn you.”
The black warrior Kael had fought earlier stepped forward. His eyes blazed brighter as he leveled his spear at the king. “Your light is gone, old man. The kingdom falls tonight.”
Kael froze in the doorway. His father was about to die. His chest ached with rage and despair.
Kill him. Save him. Take the throne of blood, the blade whispered.
“No…” Kael muttered, fighting the urge. But his legs moved anyway, drawn by the sword’s will. He charged forward, swinging in a burst of shadow.
The shadow-warriors staggered as Kael cut through them, his blade shrieking. The black warrior turned, grinning as if Kael’s arrival had been planned.
“Ah, the boy. The heir of ash.”
Kael stood panting before his father. “I won’t let you touch him!”
The king’s eyes widened at the sight of the blade. “Kael… no… where did you—”
Before he could finish, the warrior lunged. Kael met him, sword against spear. The throne room shook with the force of their clash.
But this time, Kael wasn’t strong enough. The warrior pressed harder, his strikes too fast. Kael’s arms numbed under the onslaught.
Then the blade surged again, shadows exploding outward, slamming the warrior back. The floor cracked under the impact.
Kael’s breath came ragged. His father staggered to his feet. “That sword… do you know what you’ve done?”
Kael’s grip tightened. “It saved me. It saved us.”
The king’s face was stricken with something worse than fear—grief. “That sword destroyed kingdoms long before ours. It will destroy you too.”
Before Kael could answer, the black warrior rose from the rubble, laughing softly. “Yes, boy. Listen to your king. You are not his heir. You are ours.”
The shadows writhed behind him, and more figures stepped through—dozens of shadow-warriors. Kael and his father were surrounded.
The king looked to Kael, his voice steady despite the chaos. “Run. Take Lira. Leave the blade.”
“I can’t,” Kael whispered. His hand was already bleeding again. The blade had bound him.
The warrior raised his spear. “Then die with him.”
The shadow army charged. Kael screamed, shadows bursting from him in a tidal wave. The throne room was swallowed in black.
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Chapter 22 – Blades of Fire and Shadow
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Chapter 21 – The Siege Begins
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
Chapter 20 – The Ruined Spires
The march to the mountains drained every ounce of strength the survivors had left. For three days they trudged through thickets and rivers, their footsteps heavy, their hope thinner than smoke. Children whimpered against their mothers’ shoulders, soldiers carried comrades too weak to stand, and Kael pressed on at the front, his blade like a beacon leading them into the unknown.The Ruined Spires rose before them at last, jagged black peaks clawing at the storm-filled skies. Lightning carved across their ridges, thunder rolling like the growl of some ancient beast. The sight made even the bravest falter.Isolde muttered under her breath, “This place was never meant for men.”Eldrin’s staff glowed faintly, as though resisting the pull of the mountain. “The Spires were once a citadel of kings. But when their pride reached beyond the gods, the stone cursed itself. Time broke it, storms devoured it, and the dead never left.”The villagers shivered, clutching charms and prayers. Yet Kael st
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