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Chapter 188 — The Siege of Aetherfall
Author: Miss Meadows
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The city of Aetherfall lay under a bruised sky, the first light of dawn struggling to pierce clouds heavy with ash and the scent of ozone. Smoke rose in jagged columns from the outer walls, where rifts and Starbound incursions had already begun to scar the stone. Eldoria’s capital, once a beacon of magical ingenuity and mortal ambition, now stood as a frontline—its spires and battlements bristling with wards and defenders, every street a potential battlefield.

Kael, standing atop the central tower of the Arcane Spire, surveyed the scene with a keen eye. Phoenix-Aether flared around him, bright and golden, a living shield coiling across his frame. The energy rippled outward in waves, reinforcing the wards and defensive glyphs etched into the stone. Yet even as his aura pulsed with strength, he could feel it—the familiar, chilling resonance of his doppelgänger. Shadow Kael had arrived.

The first assault hit the northern gates. Eclipse Order mages, cloaked in shifting shadows and corru
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