The idea of other Bladebearers brought both hope and uncertainty. If they could find these champions, they would gain powerful allies. But what if these new Bladebearers had their own agendas? What if they couldn’t be trusted?
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THE ARRIVAL OF THE FIRST RIVAL
As if on cue, a messenger rushed into the chamber. “My lords, a warrior has arrived at the gates. He claims to bear a weapon like Lord Damien’s.”
Damien’s team exchanged tense glances. Without hesitation, they made their way to the gates. There, amidst the gathered crowd, stood a figure clad in silver armor, a massive sword strapped to his back. The blade pulsed with a faint, golden light, similar but distinct from Ebonfang.
The warrior stepped forward, his voice calm but commanding. “I am Kain Valtheris, bearer of the Celestial Blade Solbrand. I’ve come seeking the Bladebearer of Valdris.”
Damien stepped forward, his hand resting on Ebonfang’s hilt. “You’ve found him. What do you want?”
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Kain’s eyes narrowed. “The Rifts are spreading. If we don’t unite, our world will fall. But know this: I don’t take orders. I fight for my people, and I’ll do whatever it takes to protect them—even if it means standing against you.”
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THE TENSION RISES
The tension between the two Bladebearers was palpable, but before it could escalate, Morganna stepped in. “If you’re here to fight the Rifts, then we welcome your aid. But know this—Valdris is our priority.”
Kain nodded, though his eyes never left Damien’s. “I’ll aid you for now. But don’t mistake this for allegiance. We’ll see where your strength truly lies when the time comes.”
As Kain turned to leave, Damien’s team gathered around him.
Lyra spoke first. “Looks like we’ve got competition.”
Roland smirked. “Let’s hope he’s on our side when it matters.”
Cassian watched Kain’s retreating figure. “We’re going to need every ally we can get.”
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THE BEGINNING OF A NEW WAR
As night fell, Damien stood alone on the Citadel’s balcony. The stars above seemed distant, and the faint hum of Ebonfang reminded him of the burden he carried. The Rift Wars were coming, and the path ahead was uncertain.