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Its Over
Author: MDW
last update2025-06-02 23:05:15

The sigils Clara cast began to crackle—light rending through the veil between realms.

One by one, portals tore open across the fractured sky.

From the north came Lady Vernis of the Silver Drakes, riding a serpent woven of wind and scales. Her cry shattered a Rift-born wraith before it could reach the barricade.

From the desert realm of Tuhrr, General Akim, arm ablaze in phoenix flame, stepped through with his seven-bladed staff and an army of Sunwalkers behind him.

And from the floating citadel of Seran’dale, the elusive Chrono Sisters arrived—three twins with time flowing backward in their eyes. They raised their palms, slowing the Hollow Star’s descent with layers of suspended seconds.

Clara dropped to one knee, her body steaming from the magic she channeled.

“They came…” she gasped, eyes glistening.

Kael helped her up, grinning despite the blood on his brow. “Of course they did. You called, and they remembered the war we already won together.”

On the frontlines, Brown and Valric ca
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  • Pausing

    The air thickened with the stench of burning metal and sulfur. The sky bled crimson as the Rift above Grey Bastion pulsed wider, like a wound that refused to close.Valric hovered above the battlefield, cloaked in radiant voidfire. His voice rolled like thunder.“Tell me, Father… how do you protect a world that rejected me?”Brown stood amidst the chaos, sword lowered, eyes locked on his son. His armor was cracked, his hands trembling. Around him, the Knights of Verdance fought valiantly—outnumbered, outmatched. But it wasn’t the demons or the death that haunted him.It was Valric.It was the memory of a boy with a curious smile, who used to reach out for his father’s hand. A hand Brown had failed to hold onto.“You were never rejected,” Brown said hoarsely, his voice nearly lost in the roar of battle. “You were taken. Twisted by pain I should’ve borne with you.”Valric’s eyes narrowed. “And now you think one confession washes the blood from your hands?”<

  • The Rift

    The glyphs along his arms flared.Golden chains erupted from his palms—ancient, divine—binding the harbinger in midair. It thrashed, screamed, shattered trees with its wings.Brown charged again—his blade now glowing white-hot.He leapt, and Valric pulled.The chains yanked the beast’s head down.And Brown struck.His blade pierced through the monster’s crown—through blood, bone, and darkness.The light erupted.The harbinger didn’t just die—it vanished, torn into ashes, scattered into the wind like the end of a storm.Valric dropped to his knees.Brown landed beside him, gasping.The Rift pulsed once… then went still. Not closed. But silenced.Clara finally ran to them. “You did it,” she breathed. “You both did it.”Valric looked at Brown. “You still sure you’re proud of me?” he asked, voice hoarse.Brown just pulled him into a fierce embrace. “More than I ever thought possible.”Kael watched from a distance, eyes narrowin

  • The Echo of Fire

    The Rift pulsed like a heartbeat behind Valric, violet tendrils spiraling into the skies above. The power he held—raw, ancient, and hungry—began to crackle with instability around his skin. His breathing was shallow now, chest rising and falling like a man drowning in two oceans at once.The Whisper King stood calmly, as if he already knew how this would end.“You’ve already chosen,” the dark figure whispered in Valric’s ear, his words like poison wrapped in silk. “They didn’t come for you. I did. They feared what you were becoming. But I… I crowned you in it."Valric’s gaze faltered. His fingers twitched again. “I didn’t want a crown,” he muttered. “I wanted a father.” “And he gave you silence,” the Whisper King sneered.But Brown’s voice cut through like thunder. “He gave you lies.”Valric snapped his eyes back to his father.“What?”“You think I didn’t try to reach you?” Brown’s voice was trembling with fury and grief. “The Kingdom brand

  • The Whisper

    Valric howled back and raised both hands.A shockwave of Rift energy blasted Clara and Kael backward. Trees in the distance caught fire. The sky tore open.And Brown leapt—straight through the storm of energy—his sword clashing against Valric’s bare hand, now shielded by living energy.“You taught me to kill, Father! Now face the student you made!”Brown held back Valric’s blow, but each strike felt like a wound to his very soul.“You’re not a monster, Valric…” Brown gasped, blood running down his temple. “You’re… my son.”Valric roared. “You’re not my father! My father died with her… and left a coward pretending to be a hero!”With one brutal push, Valric hurled Brown into an ancient pillar behind him. The stone cracked. Dust rose.Brown didn’t move.Clara screamed, “BROWN!”But from within the rubble—came a weak cough.Then footsteps. Then light.Brown stood again. His body was torn and bleeding. His breath was ragged. But his eyes—<

  • The Violet Mirror

    “Then maybe…” he said, walking slowly toward them, “…maybe not everything was lost.”He placed a frost-touched hand over Valric’s heart.“Then I will follow you again, Brother. Until the end.”In the Mirror Tower, the violet-eyed woman watched the scene unfold in ripples of glass.She was not smiling now.“So… the first has returned,” she whispered. “And his frost bends toward the flame.”She turned to a cloaked figure in the shadows behind her.“Send the Hollowborn. I want the next fragment dead before they reach her.”The sky above the ruins of Myrneth was a bruised shade of violet. Thunder rolled behind the clouds, as if the heavens themselves were holding their breath, awaiting the inevitable clash between father and son.Valric hovered once more, his eyes glowing with a silvery-white light. Around him, Rift energy swirled into a ring of runes, turning slowly like the clockwork of death."You said you came as a father," he said coldly, "ye

  • Trial Begin

    A week had passed since the voice in the Plateau whispered from beneath the world.And every night since, Valric had dreamed of fire and frost—of children who bore stars in their skin and screamed names he could not remember.He sat by the campfire now, eyes darkened by sleepless nights. Clara returned from her watch, dusted with ash.“They’ve started appearing in the north too,” she said. “Villagers report flickers in the sky, shadows walking through walls, and children speaking in languages no one’s taught them.”Valric didn’t look up. “They’re being pulled awake—same way I was.”Clara knelt beside him. “By what?”A pause. Then Valric’s voice, low. “By a name.”Clara frowned. “Whose?”Valric finally met her gaze. “Mine.”Lightning cracked in the distance, silent and white.“The Hollow Star was shattered,” he continued. “And every fragment—every one of us—was scattered across dying realms. But the seed left inside me… it was the core. It remembers. And now they’re responding to it. T

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