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Season 2-Chp 52
Three days had passed since their raid on the ruined chapel, but the memory of the Shadowlord’s laughter lingered in every corner. The walls still stood, yet trust—the invisible mortar that held the defenders together—was crumbling faster than stone.Elias stood in the council chamber, staring at the cracked map spread across the table. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword, though no enemy stood before him. He could not stop clutching it anymore.Helena entered quietly, her silver hair matted from lack of sleep. “You should rest,” she said, though her own voice was ragged.Elias shook his head. “Rest is what he wants. If I close my eyes too long, I’ll see their faces twisted again.”Helena’s gaze softened. She didn’t press further.The door creaked open. Marcus strode in, followed by Sir Alaric—a knight as loyal as he was proud, his oath sworn on the old stones of the fortress itself. His armor bore fresh scratches, his jaw tight.“We’ve put down three more brawls today,” Marcus r
Season 2-Chp 51
Elias stood among the ash and ruin, his sword blackened with soot. The crown’s shattered shards lay locked away in the vault, but their memory still clung to him like a phantom hand. He had refused its power. He had chosen his own will over the whisper of dominion.But the Shadowlord was not defeated.At dawn, a silence fell over the battlefield. No drums, no horns, no charge. The enemy army remained still as statues, their banners limp in the wind.It was too quiet.“Why do they wait?” Marcus muttered, pacing the wall. His armor was cracked, his knuckles raw from days of unbroken battle. “They could have crushed us last night. Why stop now?”Helena narrowed her eyes, her instincts prickling. “Because brute force didn’t break us. So now they’ll try something else.”And she was right.The first sign came with the sunrise.A soldier on the western wall screamed, slashing wildly at shadows only he could see. His comrades tried to restrain him, but he turned his blade on them, crying that
Season 2-Chp 50
The fortress groaned like a dying beast.Walls cracked, towers leaned, the scent of ash clung to every stone. The defenders fought on with ragged breath, but their eyes were hollow, their arms heavy. Too many dead, too many betrayals.Elias walked the ramparts at dawn, watching smoke drift above the ruined fields. The Shadowlord’s army still camped beyond bowshot, waiting, watching, patient as a predator with prey already trapped.He could feel it—the pressure, the waiting. This was not a siege of stone. It was a siege of spirit.Helena found him there, her armor dented, her hair streaked with soot. “The men won’t last another week,” she said, her voice hard but low. “They whisper of surrender. Of the crown.”Elias clenched his jaw. “They will hold.”“Not for you,” Helena said sharply. “Not anymore. They fear you, Elias. They think you hide a claim to power greater than the Shadowlord’s.”He turned to her, anger flashing. “Do you doubt me too?”Her gaze did not waver. “I doubt everyth
Season 2-Chp 49
Even as his legions battered the gates, fires blossomed within the fortress. Supply stores erupted in flame. Wells soured with poison. Barracks collapsed in sudden explosions that left defenders screaming beneath rubble. And every time the council rushed to douse one crisis, another rose.Helena stormed into the war chamber, helm under her arm, smoke staining her armor. “It’s sabotage,” she snapped. “He has hands inside these walls.”Marcus slammed his fist on the map table. “I’ll find the traitors and gut them myself.”But his words rang hollow. Too many fires, too many whispers. The Shadowlord had planted more than spies—he had sown doubt itself.The fortress murmured with rumors.“Elias is no commander. He’s a pretender.”“He’s the Shadowlord’s kin—that’s why the enemy calls him by name.”“He hides the crown to claim it for himself.”Elias heard the whispers even as he walked the halls. Soldiers who had once saluted now averted their eyes. Some councilors avoided his gaze, mutterin
Season 2-Chp 48
The first sign was the smoke.At dawn, scouts on the eastern watchtower saw a dark smear against the horizon, stretching like a wound across the sky. By midmorning, horns carried the alarm through the fortress—an army marched, vast as stormclouds, banners burning with crimson fire.Elias stood on the battlements as the enemy came into view. Ranks upon ranks of soldiers filled the plains, their armor blackened, their faces hidden beneath masks wrought like skulls. Behind them lumbered war beasts chained in iron, their hides scarred, their eyes glowing faint red. And at the center, towering above them all, a black standard rose: the sigil of the Shadowlord.The fortress gates groaned as they sealed shut. Archers lined the walls, mages formed wards, and soldiers gripped spear and shield. Yet for every defender, there seemed a hundred marching against them.Marcus spat over the parapet. “Gods’ mercy… it’s a sea of death.”Helena’s eyes narrowed. “No. Death doesn’t march. This is loyalty t
Season 2-Chp 47
The ride back from Veylor was heavier than the road there. The crown’s iron chest clanked faintly with every step of the horses, its chained weight pressing down on more than saddlebags. It pressed on the riders’ spirits. None of them spoke, though each felt its silent thrum, like a heartbeat that did not belong to the living.By the time the fortress walls loomed out of the mist, dawn had already broken. Guards on the ramparts straightened as Elias, Helena, and Marcus approached. Word spread quickly—whispers of what they carried reached the council chamber before their boots even crossed the threshold.The chamber was full when they entered. Councilors stood restless, soldiers leaned against the walls, and even servants lingered near the doors, eager for news. The sight of the chained chest silenced the room.Elias set it upon the table with a heavy thud. “We found it.”The murmurs broke loose instantly. Some gasped, some cursed, some fell to their knees in half-superstitious fear. T
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