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The Wise?
Author: MDW
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One Week Later – The Concord Citadel

The skies above the Citadel were no longer bruised and red. For the first time in years, sunlight bathed the high towers and scorched plains below. Refugees from the outer provinces had begun to return, and the Concord’s banners—once blackened in mourning—fluttered gold again.

But the peace was uneasy. What they had destroyed was not merely a weapon. It was a god-shaped wound in the world. And what emerged from its heart… was still a question without an answer.

In the council chamber, murmurs fell silent as Brown entered, followed closely by Valric and Clara.

“Is this wise?” Clara whispered.

Brown gave a dry smile. “Nothing about this has ever been wise.”

Valric stood taller now. The scars on his skin still pulsed faintly with silver light—echoes of the Hollow Star’s core now embedded in his soul. He could feel time stretching differently around him, like he existed half a breath out of sync with the world.

Councilor Derren rose, frowning. “General
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    A DayThe fire in the hearth flickered as Brown unfolded the ancient parchment once more. The ink was faded, but the message was clear—and chilling.“It wasn’t a random act,” Brown said slowly. “Someone orchestrated the breaking of the seal.”Kael stepped forward, his voice low and steady. “The emissaries we intercepted at the border—they carry the sigil of the Black Legion.”Clara’s eyes widened. “The Black Legion? But they were thought scattered after the last war.”Brown’s jaw tightened. “Not scattered. They’ve been regrouping. Strengthening. Waiting for the right moment.”Outside, the horizon burned with the first hints of dawn. But it was no peaceful sunrise.The borderlands between Berdiezland and the neighboring kingdom of Korvath were aflame once again. Skirmishes erupted daily—small raids that grew bolder, lines shifting, soldiers falling.Brown felt the weight of command settle heavy on his shoulders once more.The peace he had fought so hard to build was crumbling.“Orders

  • Ashes and Seedlings

    Weeks had passed since the skies last bled fire.The ruins of Myrneth now rang not with the clash of battle, but with the steady rhythm of hammers and laughter—builders, farmers, and children filling the scarred land with the sound of hope.From the tower that once overlooked the battlefield, Clara watched a sapling grow between two cracked stones. It had taken root in the ash.“Life always finds a way,” Kael murmured beside her, adjusting the fresh binding on his shoulder. “Even after death dances through the fields.”Clara smiled faintly. “Or maybe... because of it.”Down in the valley, Valric stood alone.His armor was gone, replaced with simple robes the color of dusk. His once-fiery eyes now held a soft, reflective glow. He watched the people rebuild the temple he once nearly razed to the ground.A child tugged on his sleeve. “Sir? Is it true you used to fly?”Valric crouched to meet his eyes. “Yes. But sometimes walking teaches you more.”The boy grinned. “Will you teach me to f

  • Over?

    A father, broken but reaching out with real love.And a master, cold and ever-present, who had offered him structure in his pain.“I...” Valric’s lips trembled. “I don’t know who I am without the darkness.”Brown stepped closer. "Then let's find out together."The hooded man hissed, furious now. “Enough.”He flung a wave of darkness toward Brown—but Valric spun, slashing it midair with a wave of his flame.The shadows recoiled.The master stared at Valric in disbelief. “You dare defy me?”Valric’s flames wavered—but he stood tall.“I dare,” he said softly. “Because I am not yours.”He turned to Brown, voice still shaky. “I’m still angry. Still lost. But maybe… maybe I want to be found.”Brown’s eyes shimmered.The master screeched, lifting both arms—unleashing a vortex of corrupted energy. The battlefield trembled as the sky tore open.Brown yelled, “Get behind me!”But Valric stepped forward.“I’ll end this,” he whispered. “My burden, my choice.”He summoned a flame unlike any before

  • Fight it!

    Brown staggered slightly as Valric's energy surged around them—a storm of broken memories and misplaced wrath. His fingers trembled, not from fear, but from the unbearable weight of what stood before him: not just a powerful foe, but his own blood twisted by time and pain.Valric’s eyes narrowed. “Why do you hesitate? Isn’t this what you’ve trained for—what you swore to the High Circle? That if ever the world was threatened, you’d strike down the danger?”Brown clenched his jaw. “You are not the danger. You are the consequence.”Valric sneered. “You blame the world, but not yourself? Tell me, where were you when the flames devoured my childhood? When the darkness offered me comfort, while the light turned its back?”Brown looked away for the briefest moment—and that was enough.Valric seized it. “You can’t even look at me,” he spat. “You can face monsters, kings, gods—but not the ruin of your own son!”Lightning cracked above them, a reflection of the storm inside Brown. The old warri

  • Battlefield

    Brown stared at the outstretched hand.Behind him, he could hear Clara shouting commands, Kael unleashing flame after flame to hold the beast back. The screams of soldiers… the sound of dying steel… all melted into a distant blur.All that mattered was Valric.And the Rift.“Join me,” Valric said again, softer now. “Not as a hero. Not as a warrior. Just as my father.”Brown’s breath trembled in his chest.“You don’t know what you’re asking,” he murmured, voice raw. “If I walk into that Rift… I’m not sure I’ll come back whole. I might become something unrecognizable—something you wouldn’t want.”Valric’s eyes flared. “And what am I, then? Something you recognize?”Brown flinched.“You didn’t come for me, Father. You came for the world.”“No,” Brown said sharply, stepping forward. “I came for you. I always did. But the path back to you… was covered in blood and silence.”The Rift pulsed like a living thing. It twisted behind Valric, breathing shadows and promises. The temptation was unb

  • 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?”<

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