2025-12-16 07:21:36Pyralis used Blade Kinesis.
What are they going to do? Tell Theron?
He grabbed the obsidian sword he had dropped earlier.
It shot up from the floorboards of the wagon, flying point-first.
It pierced the knight's hand, pinning the Fire-Gem to the man's gauntlet just as it detonated.
BOOM.
The knight was blown backward, the explosion contained by his own armour. The grain was safe.
"Drive!" Pyralis shouted to Lyra and Bo. "We're leaving!"
Bo abandoned his fight, leaped onto the rear of the third wagon, and grabbed the reins from the terrified driver. "Mush!" he bellowed.
The three wagons—the lead driven by Pyralis, the second by Lyra, and the third by Bo—surged forward, smashing through the blockade of Second Knights.
They rumbled down the avenue, picking up speed, leaving the confused and battered escort behind in the dissipating fog.
The Common Lands. The Central Plaza.
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Chapter 43: Bandits from the Shadows II
Pyralis used Blade Kinesis.What are they going to do? Tell Theron?He grabbed the obsidian sword he had dropped earlier.It shot up from the floorboards of the wagon, flying point-first.It pierced the knight's hand, pinning the Fire-Gem to the man's gauntlet just as it detonated.BOOM.The knight was blown backward, the explosion contained by his own armour. The grain was safe."Drive!" Pyralis shouted to Lyra and Bo. "We're leaving!"Bo abandoned his fight, leaped onto the rear of the third wagon, and grabbed the reins from the terrified driver. "Mush!" he bellowed.The three wagons—the lead driven by Pyralis, the second by Lyra, and the third by Bo—surged forward, smashing through the blockade of Second Knights.They rumbled down the avenue, picking up speed, leaving the confused and battered escort behind in the dissipating fog.The Common Lands. The Central Plaza.
Chapter 42: Bandits from the Shadows I
The noon sun hung directly overhead, baking the cobblestones of the Western District's main thoroughfare.It was a wide, straight avenue usually reserved for noble carriages and military parades, flanking the high walls of the Baroness Vane’s private granary complex.Today, however, the street was eerily silent.The Second Knights had cleared it.Perched on the slate roof of a clock tower overlooking the route, Pyralis Cinderfall adjusted the strap of his leather gauntlet.The heat radiating off the tiles was uncomfortable, but it kept his muscles loose."Transport in sight," Elara's voice crackled through the communication stone in his ear. She was positioned three blocks down, hidden in the shadows of a chimney stack. "And Pyralis... it’s massive."Pyralis raised a brass spyglass to his eye.She wasn't exaggerating.The convoy rounding the corner was a fortress on wheels.Six massive, reinforced wagons, each pulled by four heavy draft horses, rumbled down the street.They were piled
Chapter 41: A Noble's Grace
Kaelen was a true noble.Sure, he loved saving people’s lives and had established a clinic to help the helpless.He still disliked dirt and believed being poor does make up for a dirty mindset.The roar of the fight in the central ring seemed to dim as people noticed him.Men with scars and broken noses stared at the pretty noble boy who had clearly taken a wrong turn.Women in the crowd stopped watching the fighters to watch him, mesmerized by his cold, aristocratic beauty.Kaelen ignored them all.He walked straight to the bar."I require three ounces of Nightshade extract, a vial of refined mercury, and... let's say, two pounds of powdered Dragon-bone," Kaelen said to the bartender, a man with no neck and fewer teeth.The bartender laughed, wiping a dirty rag on the counter. "We don't sell baking supplies, princess. Get lost before someone decides you look pretty enough to keep."Kaelen sighed, a
Chapter 40: Aftershock
The walk back to the Yunis Estate was quiet.Pyralis moved through the shadows of the Industrial District with a mechanical rhythm, his metal feet making no sound on the cobblestones.He was covered in soot, dried blood, and the lingering, metallic smell of the foundry.He wasn't bleeding anymore—Kaelen’s potions were working their uncomfortable magic—but he felt lighter.Lighter, and infinitely colder.When he entered the wine cellar, the team was waiting.Bo looked up from his armor maintenance, his expression stoic.Elara stopped sharpening her knife.Lyra, who was playing cat's cradle with a string made of shadow, paused mid-weave.Elara was the first to move. She stood up from the crate she’d been sitting on, her eyes scanning him for new injuries."It's done," Pyralis said, his voice flat."Dead?" Elara asked softly."Buried," Pyralis corrected. "Deep."He walked past them to the map table.He picked up the dagger that pinned Fenris Bloodfang's sketch to the 'Target’ board.He s
Chapter 39: The Ghost of Grellin Pass
Pyralis was almost too late.But he had just enough time to duck, but the second claw came right after.It caught his shoulder, ripping through the leather and scoring the metal arm beneath.Pyralis grunted and slammed his metal fist into Fenris's ribs.It felt like hitting a brick wall.Fenris grabbed Pyralis by the throat and lifted him off the ground."Got you," Fenris growled.He squeezed.Pyralis gagged, kicking futilely. He clawed at the werewolf's arm.His vision began to spot.‘I can't breathe. I can't...’He needed a weapon.Any weapon.His hand brushed against something cold hanging from a chain nearby.A heavy, iron tong used for moving ingots.He grabbed it.He swung it with all his strength.CLANG.He hit Fenris directly on the ear—the one that wasn't missing.Fenris roared and dropped him, clutching his head.
Chapter 38: Fenris' Reason
Fenris didn't need to be told twice.With a roar that shook the rust from the rafters, he charged.Despite his injuries, the werewolf covered the distance in a blink.He launched himself into the air, claws extended, aiming not for a tactical strike but a sheer, overwhelming crush.He wanted to pin Pyralis to the grate and tear the truth out of him.Pyralis didn't block though. Blocking a charging werewolf on a suspended walkway was suicide.Instead, he dropped down, slamming his metal heel onto a rusted release pin he had identified hours ago.The section of grating beneath him swung open like a trapdoor.Fenris, mid-air and committed to the lunge, sailed right over Pyralis's head.But Fenris was a hunter.As he flew over the gap, his tail—a thick, muscular limb—lashed out, wrapping around a support beam. He swung, using his momentum to pivot in mid-air, and landed on the railing of the gantry with cat-like grace."Terrain traps?" Fenris growled, his eye narrowing. "You think falling
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