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Ashes of The Summit
Author: MDW
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The Ember Protocol ignited more than just warnings—it summoned ghosts.

From the scorched depths of the Southern Reaches to the frostbitten peaks of Orlavan, Berdiezland's hidden fleets activated. War Golems stirred from their hibernation vaults. Cryptic sigils pulsed on bunker walls. Across the continent, old alliances broke into hushed conversations, and ancient debts came due.

Dann stood at the Red Tower’s shattered balcony, overlooking the rubble-strewn courtyard below. His grip on the broken phoenix gauntlet had not loosened. Neither had his fury.

“Sir,” Ares said, approaching again, his face tight with unease. “We found a survivor in the west wing. A mage—she was part of Eva’s retinue.”

Dann turned sharply. “Alive?”

“Barely. But conscious enough to talk.”

“Take me.”

They entered what was left of the infirmary. Debris, blood, and stifling heat choked the air. The mage lay on a cot—her hair matted, her robes burned, her fingers twitching with residual arcane energy. Her eyes flicke
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  • Ashes of The Summit

    The Ember Protocol ignited more than just warnings—it summoned ghosts.From the scorched depths of the Southern Reaches to the frostbitten peaks of Orlavan, Berdiezland's hidden fleets activated. War Golems stirred from their hibernation vaults. Cryptic sigils pulsed on bunker walls. Across the continent, old alliances broke into hushed conversations, and ancient debts came due.Dann stood at the Red Tower’s shattered balcony, overlooking the rubble-strewn courtyard below. His grip on the broken phoenix gauntlet had not loosened. Neither had his fury.“Sir,” Ares said, approaching again, his face tight with unease. “We found a survivor in the west wing. A mage—she was part of Eva’s retinue.”Dann turned sharply. “Alive?”“Barely. But conscious enough to talk.”“Take me.”They entered what was left of the infirmary. Debris, blood, and stifling heat choked the air. The mage lay on a cot—her hair matted, her robes burned, her fingers twitching with residual arcane energy. Her eyes flicke

  • The Rift Becons

    Lightning cracked through the heavens as the rift above Judicator split wider. The crew scrambled, alarms blaring across the deck. Purple fire bled from the sky, twisting and spiraling into a form—tall, cloaked, and crowned in shadow.Dann drew his blade, the edge still humming with battle magic.Ares cursed under his breath. “That’s not just Thorne tech…”“No,” Dann muttered. “That’s a Riftborn.”The figure hovered, untouched by gravity or flame. Its voice echoed without lips.“You carry her mark, War General. The Sealed One. The Ember Bride.”Eva.Dann’s grip tightened. “Where is she?”The Riftborn raised an arm. Instantly, Kael was thrown across the deck, his ribs cracking against the iron bulkhead. Blood pooled from his mouth.“I ask,” the creature whispered, “not for her. But for you.”Its eyes blazed. “Will you burn for her?”Without warning, the Riftborn plunged toward the ship, wreathed in spectral chains. Dann lunged—blade meeting phantom steel—but the impact blasted them apa

  • The Ember Protocol

    The silence after the storm was not peace—it was fury in hibernation.Within minutes of the Ember Protocol’s activation, Berdiezland’s skies turned red with signal flares. Massive war drones, long hidden beneath ocean trenches, ascended like sea beasts awakened. Military networks surged to life. Vaulted weapons systems hummed with power, and ancient tech locked since the last global war blinked back online.The world shuddered.Dann stood at the apex of the Red Tower ruins, armor scorched, cape torn at the hem. The winds howled, but he stood unmoved, his eyes fixed on the bloodied sigil in Ares’s hand.“Thorne wants a war,” Dann muttered. “He just earned one.”Ares didn’t respond. Behind his visor, his expression was unreadable, but his gauntlet tightened around the hilt of his halberd.Dann turned, walking into the command bay of his mobile fortress. His presence alone cleared the path; even the seasoned soldiers stepped back, eyes wide. He climbed onto the central command dais and a

  • The Traitor's Resurrection

    The war chamber froze.Astra’s breath caught. Her fingers twitched toward the hilt of her sideblade. “Impossible... You died at Blackfire Summit. I burned your corpse myself.”Varkas stepped forward, face older, scarred—but unmistakable. His voice was calm, cutting.“Then maybe you burned a decoy.”Astra's blade sang from its sheath in a flash of moonsteel. “You betrayed us. You left us to die. You—”Dann’s arm shot out, barring her advance. “Not yet.”Varkas looked directly at him. “Wise, as always, Dann. Because if you kill me now, you'll never know why your citadel is about to fall.”Silence.Dann’s voice was low. Controlled. Dangerous. “Speak.”Varkas smiled—thin, bitter. “The bomb was just the beginning. A message. The next strike won’t be a warning. It will be an undoing. Not just of your armies, but of everything your empire built: your name, your bloodline, your so-called child of prophecy.”Eva’s name wasn’t spoken, but everyone felt it ring in the room like a death bell.“Wh

  • Storm on the Horizon

    The air above the Azure Bay tasted of salt and threat. Warships from five allied nations floated in uneasy formations, their hulls groaning as though burdened by more than the sea. Supplies had not reached them in weeks, and accusations now spilled faster than rations.Eva stood on the balcony of her chamber, hand resting gently on the curve of her belly. Her breath caught as the child moved again—a strong, determined flutter beneath her ribs."They will never stop testing him," she murmured.Inside the war chamber of the Flamebound Citadel, Dann slammed his palm against the marble table. The map scattered with brass tokens shuddered.“This isn’t miscommunication,” he growled. “This is sabotage.”His five generals stood at attention—faces grim, loyalty etched deep.General Kael Rynor, the stoic Commander of the Skyguard, stepped forward first. “Our aerial patrols saw no enemy movement near the port lines. But the supply ships never arrived. Either they were intercepted—or betrayed.”G

  • Cliffside

    “You don’t need to trust them all. You only need five people.” She gave a meaningful look.Dann smiled slightly. “Clara says the smugglers are operating out of the Vault Isles.”Eva’s gaze sharpened. “Cyras?”“Maybe. Or someone he's backing.” Dann stood. “Either way, I need to go.”Eva’s grip tightened. “Then take Kael or Clara with you.”Dann shook his head. “I need ghosts for this. Not generals.”Elsewhere – Aboard a Black Vessel near the Vault IslesMoonlight danced across metal crates—fuel, medicine, stolen tech. A figure stood at the prow, his armor laced with shadows, his eyes flickering blue.Cyras Riddect.“Let them fight,” he murmured. “Let them bleed the seas dry. And when the storms rise, Dann will have to choose: his crown… or his child.”A long pause. Then a cruel smile.“And either way—he loses.”Coastline of the Vault Isles – Two Days LaterThe sea was moonless, and so was the silence.Dann stood at the edge of a darkened skiff, dressed not in the armor of a general—but

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