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The silence of the gods
Author: AATAnime
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Adrian did not immediately summon his council. The contents of the letter required more than a simple briefing; they demanded a strategy, a new understanding of the battlefield. The "situation" to be resolved was Howling Peak. The "gratitude" was payment for their destruction. But it was the nature of the payment that chilled him: Aetherium. The Church wasn't just offering gold or titles; they were trading in a magical resource, a currency of power.

He needed context. He needed to understand what Aetherium was, and why the Church wanted it so badly they would make a pact with a Mage College to secure it. He turned to the one person whose knowledge spanned both the spiritual and the practical.

He found Nancy in her garden, her hands gently tending to moon-blessed herbs that glowed with a soft, silver light. She felt his approach and looked up, her wise eyes seeing the new weight on his shoulders.

"You have learned something dark," she stated, wiping her hands on her robe.

"The Church a
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