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Chapter 78 — “The Aftermath of Siege”
Author: Miss Meadows
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The echoes of battle still rattled through the spires of Valenor. Smoke curled from shattered platforms, and fragments of arcane energy drifted lazily in the air, sparkling like embers in the fading sunlight. Kael stood atop the central spire, surveying the aftermath. The Mage Guild’s assault had been repelled, but the cost was evident: scorched rooftops, fallen defenders, and the lingering tension of an enemy regrouping somewhere beyond the clouds.

Lira moved beside him, her cloak streaked with ash and frost. “We held them off,” she said, voice trembling between relief and exhaustion. “But they won’t stop. Not after this.”

Kael’s gaze did not waver from the horizon, where distant storm clouds still hinted at the Guild’s dark relics stirring beyond the city’s reach. “I know. This was only a test. A warning. They’ll come back—and next time, it won’t just be a raid. It will be war.”

He lifted his Aetherblade, its fused energy of storm, fire, frost, and relic essence humming faintly.
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