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Chapter XXII: Kethra’s Reckoning

  The city of Kethra felt subdued in the wake of the chaos. The hum of the Nexus Spire had returned to its steady rhythm, but the tension in the air lingered. The market square, once filled with vibrant colors and lively merchants, was now a scene of hurried repairs. Glyphs that had flickered or dimmed were being carefully restored by city mages, their glowing runes bringing a semblance of normalcy back to the streets.

  Yet, the people of Kethra knew the truth: something profound had happened. Whispers spread like wildfire, filling taverns, marketplaces, and alleys. The shadow-bearer, the Riftwood’s mark, and the battle at the spire became the center of every conversation.

  At a bustling tavern near the docks, a group of laborers sat huddled over mugs of ale. The oldest among them, a grizzled man with a deep scar across his cheek, leaned forward conspiratorially.

  “They say the shadow-weaver opened a portal,” he whispered. “Straight to the Riftwood. You can still feel it in the air.”

  A younger man scoffed, shaking his head. “And you believe that? It’s just another story to keep us afraid.”

  “I saw the spire’s light with my own eyes,” a woman interjected, her voice firm. “It wasn’t natural. The Magister fought him, but even he couldn’t stop it.”

  The conversation drifted into uneasy silence, the weight of the event settling over the table. Kethra’s people didn’t need to understand the specifics to know their city had changed—and not for the better.

  Within the Nexus Spire, Kaelen stood before the assembled Magisters, their expressions ranging from concern to outright fear. The circular chamber was illuminated by floating crystals, their soft light reflecting off the intricate glyphs etched into the walls.

  Magister Elenora, a stern woman with streaks of silver in her dark hair, was the first to speak. “What have you done, Kaelen? The spire’s balance was nearly shattered.”

  Kaelen’s voice was calm but firm. “I did what was necessary to protect Kethra. The shadow-bearer was a threat unlike anything we’ve faced before.”

  Elenora’s eyes narrowed. “And now he’s gone—through a portal tied to the Riftwood. Do you truly believe this is the end of it?”

  Kaelen’s jaw tightened. “No. But we must prepare for what comes next.”

  The room fell silent as the Magisters exchanged uneasy glances. The Riftwood was an enigma, a source of power and danger that even Kethra’s mages struggled to comprehend. If the shadow-bearer had tapped into its depths, the implications were staggering.

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  “We must inform the king,” Elenora said finally, her voice heavy with resignation. “This is no longer just Kethra’s burden.”

  Kaelen nodded. “Send the messengers. The kingdom must know what we’re facing.”

  Far to the north, in the capital city of Eryndor, the royal court was abuzz with activity. The grand hall of the king’s palace, with its towering columns and gilded banners, was filled with courtiers, nobles, and advisors. The atmosphere was one of opulence, but the mood was tense.

  King Alden sat at the head of the hall, his piercing blue eyes scanning the room. His golden crown rested lightly on his dark hair, but his expression carried the weight of leadership. A messenger from Kethra stood before him, breathless and dusty from the long journey.

  “A shadow-bearer?” Alden repeated, his voice steady but laced with curiosity. “And you’re certain he came from the Riftwood?”

  “Yes, Your Majesty,” the messenger replied, bowing deeply. “The Magister himself confirmed it. The Nexus Spire was disrupted, and a portal was opened.”

  The room erupted into murmurs. Nobles leaned toward one another, their expressions ranging from alarm to intrigue. The Riftwood was a subject of fascination and fear, its mysteries woven into the kingdom’s lore. A shadow-bearer tied to such power was a matter of grave importance.

  The king’s council convened immediately, their meeting held in a private chamber adorned with maps and relics of the kingdom’s history. At the center of the table sat a map of Kethra, the Nexus Spire marked with a glowing sigil.

  Lord Varyn, a grizzled war veteran, spoke first. “If the Riftwood’s power is spilling into the kingdom, we must act swiftly. Reinforce Kethra and ensure the spire is secured.”

  Lady Lysara, the court’s chief mage, shook her head. “This isn’t a matter of soldiers, Varyn. The Riftwood operates on a plane beyond physical force. If the shadow-bearer has truly harnessed its power, we’re dealing with a threat that requires careful study.”

  Varyn scowled. “Study won’t protect us if the spire falls.”

  King Alden raised a hand, silencing the argument. “Enough. Both of you are correct. We will send reinforcements to Kethra, but I want our mages working alongside the Magisters to uncover what’s happening.”

  He turned to Lysara. “And if the shadow-bearer reappears?”

  Lysara hesitated, her eyes narrowing. “Then we must be prepared to confront him. Whatever the cost.”

  News of the shadow-bearer spread quickly among the kingdom’s nobles, sparking both fear and ambition. In distant keeps and manors, lords and ladies debated the implications. Some saw the Riftwood’s power as a threat to be extinguished, while others saw opportunity in the chaos.

  At House Tremayne, a rising noble family, Lord Alric leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful smile playing on his lips. “A shadow-bearer, you say? And the Riftwood’s power spilling into Kethra? Fascinating.”

  His advisor, a wiry man with a sharp wit, nodded. “If the spire falls, the balance of power shifts. The Riftwood could be a weapon—or a tool.”

  Alric’s smile widened. “Perhaps it’s time we sent an envoy to Kethra. The kingdom will need allies who understand the value of… unconventional power.”

  As the days passed, the kingdom braced itself for what was to come. Kethra’s mages worked tirelessly to stabilize the spire, their efforts monitored closely by Kaelen. Messages flowed between the capital and Kethra, each one carrying updates on the city’s fragile state.

  But in the shadows of the kingdom, whispers spread of a greater danger. The Riftwood’s power was no longer confined, and the shadow-bearer was out there—alive, and carrying a purpose none could fully understand.

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