The spires of Valdris loomed ahead as Damien and his team crossed the city gates. The streets were bustling with activity, but the usual vibrancy was overshadowed by an undercurrent of tension. Word of the escalating Rift threats had spread, and the people of Valdris whispered about the battles fought beyond their borders.
Damien dismounted and handed his reins to a waiting attendant. “Straight to the Citadel,” he said to his team. “The Council needs to see this.”
The containment shard in his hand felt heavier than ever, its faint pulsing a constant reminder of the power trapped within. Lyra, Roland, and Cassian followed closely, their expressions grim.
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THE COUNCIL CONVENES
The Council of Four awaited them in the grand hall of the Citadel. Lord Alaric Ashenblade sat at the head, his stern gaze fixed on his son. Beside him, Lady Morganna Nightraven, Sir Garrick Drakenshield, and Lady Lyanna Silverthorn watched in silence, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern.
Damien stepped forward, presenting the shard. “We captured a Rift leader and sealed its essence in this shard. It’s unlike anything we’ve faced before.”
Alaric’s eyes narrowed. “And what do you propose we do with it?”
Damien met his father’s gaze. “Study it. This shard could reveal how the Rift leaders operate—and why the Rifts are growing stronger.”
Morganna leaned forward, her sharp features illuminated by the light of the shard. “You understand the risk? If this shard’s energy destabilizes, it could tear a hole in this very chamber.”
Lyra stepped in. “We’ve faced that risk already, and we’ve prevailed. But we’re blind without understanding our enemy.”
Garrick nodded thoughtfully. “She’s right. If we’re to fight this war, we need every advantage.”
Lyanna, ever the voice of caution, spoke softly. “But who would handle such a volatile artifact? We cannot afford mistakes.”
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A NEW ALLY
Before Damien could respond, the chamber doors opened. A tall figure clad in flowing robes entered, their face partially obscured by a hood. The figure removed their hood, revealing a middle-aged man with piercing blue eyes and streaks of silver in his hair.
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“This is Master Eryndor,” Alaric said. “A scholar of Rift magic and a trusted ally. He has agreed to assist us in unlocking the shard’s secrets.”
Eryndor stepped forward, his gaze fixed on the shard. “The power contained within is immense. Dangerous, yes, but also... enlightening.”
He turned to Damien. “You’ve done well to capture this. With proper containment and analysis, we can unravel its mysteries. But I’ll need time.”
Damien nodded, handing the shard to Eryndor. “Do whatever it takes. The more we know, the better prepared we’ll be.”
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NEW ORDERS
As Eryndor left with the shard, Alaric rose from his seat. His voice was steady, yet commanding. “Damien, your task force has proven its worth. But the war is far from over. We need you to continue leading the charge against the Rift incursions.”
Morganna added, her tone sharp. “While Eryndor works on the shard, you’ll head to the eastern frontier. Reports of a Rift cluster near the Greyveil Forest have come in. If left unchecked, it could overwhelm our defenses.”
Damien exchanged a glance with his team. “We’ll handle it.”
Alaric’s expression softened slightly. “Be careful, Damien. The threats you face will only grow more dangerous.”
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A MOMENT OF RESOLVE
After the council dismissed them, Damien and his team gathered in a quiet alcove of the Citadel. The weight of their mission pressed heavily on all of them, but there was no room for hesitation.
Roland broke the silence first. “Greyveil Forest, huh? Heard it’s crawling with beasts even without Rifts.”
Lyra smirked. “Sounds like a challenge.”
Cassian adjusted his bow. “We’ll need to be ready for anything.”
Damien looked at each of them, pride swelling in his chest. “We’ve faced worse, and we’ve come out stronger every time. This is just the next step.”
Lyra placed a hand on his shoulder. “And we’ll be right there with you.”
With their resolve renewed, the team made their preparations. The journey to Greyveil would be long and perilous, but they were ready.
As they stepped out into the bustling city, Damien’s thoughts returned to the shard. Whatever secrets it held, he knew it was the key to turning the tide of this war. And he was determined to see it through to the end.
The battle against the Rifts was far from over, but for now, their path was clear. Together, they would face the darkness and carve their way toward victory.