The calm after the battle was tenuous, a fragile peace that hummed in the air like the ley line core itself. The core hovered at the center of the shattered platform, its erratic light now pulsing in a steady rhythm. Around it, the scars of the storm lingered: crumbled platforms, fading gusts, and trails of energy dissipating into the sky.

Koina Meris stood at the edge of the platform, her green eyes fixed on the core. She could feel its energy—balanced for now, but fragile.

“The energy’s different,” she said softly. “It’s balanced again, but it feels…temporary.”

“Temporary?” Vera Solari stepped closer, her tower shield resting at her side. “We stabilized the core. That should hold.”

“For now,” Koina replied, turning to face the group. “But Elder Vardis always said that ley lines are interconnected. One instability can ripple through the others. This isn’t over.”

Aeris Skylark perched on a fragment of the platform, her crossbow resting against her knees. “So, what you’re saying is, we’re not done yet. Big surprise.”

“Did anyone think this would be easy?” Calia Ardent asked, her tone sharp as she adjusted her crystalline rapier. “We stabilized the core, yes, but that doesn’t mean we understand the ley lines. Acting without knowledge could make things worse.”

Kael Drakos grinned, his axes resting on his shoulders. “Worse? That’s where the fun starts.”

Calia sighed, her silvery hair catching the fading stormlight. “That’s where recklessness starts.”

“Both of you, focus,” Vera snapped. Her gaze swept the group. “Haldrath’s archives will have what we need. Its order and structure might give us answers about these ley lines.”

“Haldrath?” Aeris sat up, her expression skeptical. “You mean the land of rules and regulations? Sounds like a nightmare.”

“You’d survive,” Vera said dryly. “Barely.”

The air grew colder, sharp and cutting, as if the storm had left behind a shadow. The faint hum of the core shifted, vibrating with a darker, heavier energy.

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A figure emerged from the dissipating winds, her form cloaked in black. She floated effortlessly above the platform, her presence commanding yet calm.

Kael shifted his grip on his axes. “Who—”

“She’s with The Catalyst,” Vera said, her voice low and steady.

The woman’s voice cut through the air, soft yet resonant. “You’ve quieted this storm, but at what cost?”

Koina stepped forward cautiously. “Who are you?”

The figure’s glowing eyes swept across the group before settling briefly on Koina. “Riven Koralith. And I bring a warning: you cage the storm and call it harmony, but every cage breaks. What you’ve done here will ripple outward. Balance is not something you impose—it’s something you allow.”

“Spare us the riddles,” Vera said, stepping forward with her shield raised. “What do you want?”

Riven tilted her head slightly. “To remind you of what you forget. You fight to stabilize what you don’t understand. Control cracks, chaos breathes, and balance cannot be forced.”

“What would you have us do?” Calia asked, her tone sharper than usual. “Stand back and watch the world fall apart?”

Riven’s gaze didn’t falter. “No. I would have you see the whole before you act. But that would require something you’ve yet to show: understanding.”

With that, Riven dissolved into the air, her form scattering like smoke. The air around the core grew still, the storm finally gone.

The group stood in silence, the weight of Riven’s words settling over them.

“Well, that was dramatic,” Aeris said, breaking the quiet. “On a scale of one to ‘we’re doomed,’ where do we think we’re at?”

“She’s not entirely wrong,” Calia admitted, pacing as she processed. “We’re stabilizing ley lines without understanding them. That’s dangerous.”

“And doing nothing isn’t?” Vera countered. “We’ve seen what instability does.”

“True,” Kael said, leaning casually against his axe. “But it’s worth asking—are we fixing things, or making them worse?”

Koina stepped into the middle of the group, her calm voice breaking through the tension. “That’s why we need to keep moving. Not just to stabilize more ley lines, but to learn. If we don’t understand what we’re doing, we can’t help anyone—not really.”

Calia nodded. “Haldrath’s archives will have the structure we need to figure this out.”

“Great,” Aeris said, her tone light but tinged with sarcasm. “From chaos to control. I can already feel my spirit dying.”

Kael laughed. “Don’t worry, Skylark. I’ll keep things lively.”

“I’d bet on it,” Aeris replied, a small grin breaking through.

“Enough,” Vera said, her voice steady. “Haldrath is next. We leave immediately.”

As the group boarded Vera’s airship, Koina lingered behind. She stood at the edge of the platform, the faint hum of the ley line core filling the air around her. She gazed out at the horizon, where the remnants of the storm had faded into clear skies.

Softly, almost a whisper, she spoke. “Thank you. For everything.”

Far below, in the shadows of the broken platforms, an unknown figure watched her. His sharp blue eyes softened, a faint smile flickering across his face.

“She did well,” he murmured, pride threading through his quiet words.

The figure stepped back into the shadows, disappearing into the remnants of Zephyros’s storm as the airship ascended into the sky.