Chapter 114

In the wake of the witch's attack, the surviving Torchbearers desperately tried to regroup. But their numbers were ravaged, their stronghold left ruined. Without more power, they could not hope to stand against the evil now awakened in the world.

Arik tirelessly scoured the archives for anything that could help turn the tide. Late one night, blinded by grief and exhaustion, he knocked over an oil lamp. Flames licked up ancient pages and tomes before he could stop them. But there, in a concealed compartment behind the shelves, Arik spotted an ornate chest glowing from within. He lifted it free of the fire, hands shaking as he pried it open.

Nestled inside was an object not seen for centuries among mortals: a shard of pure celestial crystal, pulsing with inner light. Legends told of the Torchbearers once wielding such shards as conduits of divine power. But their origins had long since passed from memory.

Reverently lifting the crystal, Arik felt its energy wash over him, driving back
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