The air inside the Solarian Kingdom was thick with enchantment, the faint hum of magic reverberating through the ancient crystalline halls. Ezyel glanced around nervously as he followed Lyra, who moved with an eerie sense of purpose.“What is this place?” Ezyel asked, his voice breaking the silence. His eyes darted to the glowing symbols etched into the walls, their light pulsing faintly.“Stay silent,” Lyra commanded coldly, her gaze fixed ahead.As they ventured deeper into the sacred halls, the treasures of the Solarian Kingdom began to reveal themselves. Gold, gemstones, and relics of immense power lined the walls in pristine displays, their brilliance catching Ezyel’s eye.Ezyel’s steps faltered as his gaze lingered on a dazzling sapphire embedded in a golden scepter. His hand inched toward it, temptation tugging at his resolve. But Lyra’s hand shot out, grabbing his arm and yanking him back.“Focus,” she hissed. “Greed will get you killed here.”Ezyel frowned but nodded, relucta

The first thing Kleera felt was the cold. Her body shuddered involuntarily, and a sharp ache spread through her limbs. It took her a moment to realize she was lying on a cold, hard surface. The darkness around her seemed suffocating, pressing in from all sides. Her eyes fluttered open, but the world around her was a blur.A low groan escaped her lips as her head throbbed. Where was she? Her throat was dry, and her breath came in short gasps. Panic clawed at her chest as she tried to move, but the heavy weight of chains around her wrists and ankles held her firmly in place. She looked down, the chains digging into her skin as she tried to pull them off, but they were unyielding. She was trapped.Memories from the last few days rushed back to her in flashes. The Solarian kingdom. The portal. The betrayal. Lyra. The woman who had once been her closest friend had turned on her, led her into the darkness of the Tenebrous City, and now, here she was—locked away, helpless and alone.The soun

The dim torchlight flickered against the marble walls of the Solarian Palace as Ezyel crouched low, his eyes scanning the corridors nervously. His palms were clammy, and every distant sound made his heart race. Beside him, Lyra moved with unnerving precision, her demeanor cold and calculating. "Lyra," Ezyel hissed under his breath, his voice barely above a whisper. "What we’re doing right now is out of control. There are too many Guardians in this palace. We’re going to get caught." Lyra silenced him with a sharp glare, her finger pressed against her lips. Her gaze flicked toward a nearby hallway, where Kael and Caleb were visible, searching intently. "Shh... Keep quiet," she snapped. "Kael and Caleb are there. We need to act like we aren’t the spies. Do you understand?" Ezyel swallowed hard, the unease gnawing at him. "What do we do now?" A wicked smirk curved Lyra's lips. "I have a very interesting idea," she said, her voice low and dripping with malice. "After this, you’ll fo

As the last sorrowful notes of the melancholic hymn echoed in the cavernous halls, Devil slipped into the cold night, leaving behind the weeping souls and shattered hearts within the Solarian Kingdom. The stone walls, heavy and grey, seemed to mourn alongside the kingdom, their cold surfaces bearing witness to the unfolding tragedy. They knew, in their silent observation, that the meeting of these people—the Guardians—would forever alter the course of their destinies. Gathered in the dimly lit chamber were the Chosen, warriors bound by oaths of loyalty and devotion to their fallen mentor, Caleb. Each was cloaked in shadows, their vibrant spirits dimmed by the oppressive grief that now consumed them. It had been a year since Kael began his training under Caleb. In that time, the wise and noble mentor had shaped Kael, guiding him with unwavering patience and a firm hand. Caleb’s words of wisdom still lingered in the air, his voice echoing faintly in the stone corridors alongside the

The planning chamber was alive with the clinking of armor and the murmurs of strategy. At the center of the room stood Kael, his presence commanding, his demeanor no longer that of the boy he once was but of a seasoned warrior forged in the crucible of loss and determination. The chamber, lit by flickering torches, cast long shadows across the faces of those present—the Queen, Aeron, and the Knight Guardians who had sworn their allegiance to the cause. On the table before them lay a meticulously crafted map, a testament to the combined efforts of Kael and Aeron. Every line and marking represented hours of calculation, their strategy detailed to the smallest flaw in the enemy's defenses. Kael leaned forward, his fingers tracing the paths marked on the parchment. "Here," he said, pointing to a cluster of intricate markings. "This is where we’ll create distractions—fires, explosions, anything to draw their attention. Meanwhile, Aeron will lead a stealth team through these tunnels." He