Chapter 89
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This wasn't a regular house; it was probably a small warehouse. It had a two-story storage area and a small office, which would be his living quarters.

Just outside the warehouse stood this loading platform to help load and unload goods from carts and wagons.

For heavier items, there should have been a simple hoist above the warehouse door, but there was none. There might have been a crane operated from the catwalk, but that wasn't there anymore either.

Most of the building's space was for sto
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    Caster lifted his head. He wiped the tear from his cheek. His face hardened. The sadness vanished, replaced by an iron-clad, unbreakable determination. He had given them the warning. Now, he had to give them hope. "I am not going to ask you to do nothing while the world ends," Caster said firmly. His golden eyes blazed with intense, brilliant light. "I am going to fix the machine."Sikoa and Solon watched him from the shadows of the room. They felt a chill run down their spines. The old man was speaking like a true king. "I am standing in the deep archives beneath Glassview," Caster announced to the world. "I am standing above the central node. My friends and I are going to descend into the core of the earth."Caster grabbed the edge of his heavy, silver-lined cloak. He pulled it tight around his shoulders. "Elias Thorpe is already down there," Caster revealed. "He is trying to plug his corrupted magic into the roots of reality. If he succeeds, he will become a god of chaos and dea

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    "They lied to you," Caster declared. The absolute truth in his voice resonated in the bones of every person listening. "This is not a weapon. This is the fabric of the universe breaking apart."In the dark, ruined streets of Glassview, a mother hugged her two crying children. She stared at a floating blue sphere showing Caster’s face. "For a thousand years, a dark god called the Ash Warden was trapped in the earth," Caster explained simply, using words everyone could understand. "Tonight, that god was killed. The cage is empty. But the machine that held it—the ancient network of magic buried under the dirt—is rebooting. It is turning itself on."Caster leaned closer to the crystal in his underground room. His golden eyes burned with fierce urgency. "Elias Thorpe, the leader of the Crimson Alliance, tried to absorb this machine," Caster announced to the world. "He tried to become a god. But he failed. His engine exploded. His failure sent a massive, corrupted shockwave through the ea

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    The giant blue master crystal pulsed with a steady, quiet light. Caster Spellbound stood on the central platform of the Grand Archive. He looked into the smooth, clear glass. Inside the crystal, he saw his own reflection. He saw a tired old man with a bruised face, gray hair, and eyes that swirled with beautiful, heavy silver and gold magic. Behind him, the massive room was shaking. Dust fell from the broken ceiling. "The connection is open, Caster," Solon whispered weakly from the balcony. The pale archivist leaned heavily against the stone pillar. His hands were covered in his own blood from typing on the ancient keyboard. "You are connected to every single magical screen, every scrying mirror, and every military radio in the world.""Keep turning the crank, Sikoa," Caster said softly without looking back. "I am turning it!" Sikoa grunted. She spun the heavy iron handle of the portable generator as fast as her strong arms could move. Sweat poured down her scarred face. Bright bl

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    Caster looked at Solon. "Solon," Caster said, his voice ringing with gentle but unbreakable authority. "Can you patch us into the global broadcast network again? Can you hijack the communication crystals one more time?"Solon swallowed hard. He looked at his bloody, trembling hands. He was so weak he could barely stand. But he looked at Caster’s glowing eyes, and he found a tiny, hidden spark of strength deep inside his own tired heart. "I am the Chief Archivist," Solon said proudly. He pushed his cracked glasses up his nose. "I can hijack anything."Solon limped over to the heavy brass sub-terminal attached to the stone pillar. "Sikoa," Solon called out. "I need your muscle. Bring the portable kinetic generators. We need massive power."Sikoa dropped her heavy brass stabilizing rods. She ran over and grabbed the two heavy brass boxes with the iron cranks. She set them down next to Solon. "What is the plan, book-worm?" Sikoa asked, rolling up her sleeves. "The white marble shell of

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    "What are we looking for?" Sikoa asked, walking into the dusty room. She picked up a strange, twisted metal rod and frowned at it. "We need the cloaks," Caster said. He walked over to a large wooden wardrobe in the corner. He opened the heavy wooden doors. Inside hung three long, heavy cloaks. They did not look like military armor. They looked like simple, dark gray monk robes with deep, wide hoods. Caster reached out and took one of the cloaks off its wooden hanger. The moment Caster lifted it, his arms shook. The cloak was incredibly, unbelievably heavy. "Here," Caster grunted, handing the cloak to Sikoa. Sikoa took the cloak. Her knees actually buckled slightly under the sudden weight. "By the Light!" Sikoa gasped. "What is this made of? It feels like carrying a dead horse!""It is woven with threads of pure, solid silver," Caster explained, taking a second cloak from the wardrobe. "And the inside is lined with flexible, highly dense lead. The ancient founders wore these when

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