The Spire Beckons
Author: Sueños
last update2026-02-24 03:57:30

One whispered, “Elder… that will kill us too”

“Silence!” the elder snapped.

The sphere grew larger. Heavier.

If he released it, nothing in the chamber would survive.

Ronan felt the pressure building.

“Valerius!” he shouted.

Valerius stepped forward calmly.

His restored body shone with deep golden light. Cracks in the floor glowed beneath his feet as power flowed upward into him.

“Enough,” Valerius said.

The elder sneered. “You think you can stop this?”

Valerius placed his hand over his chest.
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