Omnixir Awakens

The Conclave Price

Three days passed like held breath.

They moved through desert ravines where sand wouldn't betray their tracks. Elysia led, knife always drawn. Miranda walked in silence beside her sister. Kaelin's crew scanned horizons for pursuit that never came.

That bothered Zhilak most. Veyra had vanished. The world felt wrong too quiet, like the pause before lightning struck.

His wrist burned constantly. Red and blue chains coiled beneath his skin, visible through flesh. Chaos whispered in his right ear. Harmony hummed in his left. The golden threads of Eternity lay dormant, but he felt them. Sleeping serpents waiting to wake.

On the third night, they reached the Glasslands.

The desert ended abruptly at a plain of crystallized sand. Lightning storms had fused the ground into smooth, translucent sheets. Stars reflected beneath their boots.

At the center rose the Spire black glass twisting upward like a corkscrew, sharp enough to cut.

"The Conclave meets there," Elysia said, hand tight on her knife