2025-11-30 02:10:11The stranger’s sickle gleamed in the dim light of the gauntlet’s runes. Dain’s grip tightened on the hammer, his knuckles white. The air smelled of ozone and old blood, the mine walls pulsing as if alive.
"You’re the one the Order’s hunting," the stranger said, stepping closer. "The last of the s."
Dain’s throat was dry. "I don’t know what that means."
The stranger’s laughter was a hollow thing. "Of course you don’t. Borin kept you in the dark, didn’t he? Thought he could hide you from the fire in your veins."
Dain’s chest constricted. "You knew my father?"
"I knew of him." The stranger reached up and removed their mask.
Dain recoiled.
The stranger’s face was half-scared, the left side a web of glowing veins, pulsing black. Their right eye was milky white, blind. The left was black as the Voidscars.
"The Wyrm’s blood doesn’t just mark you, boy," they said. "It changes you."
Dain’s skin crawled. "Who?"
"Veyla," the stranger said. "Of . And you, Dain, are the key to the Eclipse."
The gauntlet’s runes flared. Pain lanced up Dain’s arm, sharp as a blade. He gasped, stumbling against the wall. The stranger, Veyla, watched, their blind eye twitching.
"It hurts, doesn’t it?" they murmured. "The fire in your veins. The call of the Wyrm."
Dain gritted his teeth. "What do you want?"
Veyla smiled. "To see if you’re worth the blood your father spilled to hide you."
The mine trembled again. Dust rained from the ceiling. Veyla’s smile faded. "They’re coming. The Order. And they won’t stop until you’re ash."
Dain’s pulse spiked. "Then why warn me?"
Veyla’s good eye locked onto his. "Because I want to watch you burn."
They lunged.
Dain barely raised the hammer in time. The sickle clashed against it, sending a shockwave through his arms. Veyla was fast, unnaturally so. They twisted, their sickle flashing toward Dain’s throat.
He ducked, the blade grazing his cheek. Pain flared, hot and sharp. He swung the hammer blindly. It connected with Veyla’s shoulder, sending them stumbling back.
"Good," Veyla hissed, wiping blood from their lip. "Maybe you’re not as weak as you look."
Dain didn’t wait. He charged, hammer raised.
Veyla sidestepped, their sickle slashing across Dain’s chest. He grunted, stumbling, but forced himself upright. The gauntlet’s runes burned brighter. The pain was white-hot now, crawling up his arm like liquid fire.
"You can’t win, Heir," Veyla said, circling. "The blood always wins."
Dain gritted his teeth. "I’m not my blood."
Veyla laughed. "Aren’t you?"
The mine shuddered. A crack split the ceiling. Veyla’s eyes flicked upward. "Time’s up, boy."
Dain didn’t hesitate. He swung.
The hammer connected with Veyla’s ribs. They crumpled, gasping. Dain didn’t stop. He raised the hammer again.
A horn blared.
The Order.
Veyla’s lips curled. "Next time, Heir."
They vanished into the shadows.
Dain barely had time to process before the first knight rounded the corner, sword drawn.
"There he is!"
Dain ran.
The tunnel twisted, the air growing thicker, hotter. The gauntlet’s pulse was erratic now, its runes burning like brands. Dain’s vision swam. He could feel something, someone, calling to him. A voice like grinding stone, like molten steel.
"Heir…"
He stumbled into a chamber, its walls carved with ancient runes. At its center stood an altar, its surface cracked and stained. A mural covered the far wall—a dragon coiled around an anvil, its jaws wide as if screaming.
Dain’s breath caught.
The dragon’s eyes glowed red.
"You’re here."
Dain whirled.
A woman stood in the chamber’s entrance, her armor the color of bone, her sword dripping with blue flame. Her face was hard, her eyes cold, but something flickered in them. Something like recognition.
"Dain of Black Hollow," she said. "The Dragonforge Heir."
Dain raised the hammer. "Who are you?"
"Serra," she said. "Of the Order of the Silver Flame. And I’ve been sent to kill you."
The gauntlet burned.
Dain didn’t lower the hammer. "Then do it."
Serra didn’t move. "I saw what you did to Lira."
Dain’s chest tightened. "That wasn’t me."
"Wasn’t it?" Serra stepped closer. "The fire in your veins. The mark on your arm. The Wyrm’s blood."
Dain’s hands shook. "I don’t know what that is."
Serra’s sword didn’t waver. "It’s the end of the world."
The chamber trembled. The mural’s dragon roared.
Serra’s eyes flicked to the ceiling. "They’re here."
Dain didn’t wait. He swung.
Serra parried, her blue flame meeting the hammer’s fire. The clash sent a shockwave through the chamber. Dain didn’t stop. He struck again. Again. Each blow sent pain searing through his arm, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t.
Serra blocked, her movements precise, ruthless. "You’re strong. But you’re still just a boy with a hammer."
Dain roared, putting all his weight behind the next swing.
Serra dodged, but not fast enough. The hammer grazed her shoulder. She hissed, stumbling back.
For a heartbeat, they both froze.
Then the ceiling collapsed.
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