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The Unlikely Alliance
The newfound party gathered in a shadowed corner of the Adventurer GuildA guild is a mortal-run organization focused on a specific trade, craft, or field of service. Unlike sects, guilds are not ruled by cultivation power but by skill, experience, and reputation. Each guild follows a standardized rank system, provides unique privileges to its members, and operates independently across cities and nations. In the Realm of Origin, major guilds include the... More, the atmosphere a tense mix of determination and despair. The GuildA guild is a mortal-run organization focused on a specific trade, craft, or field of service. Unlike sects, guilds are not ruled by cultivation power but by skill, experience, and reputation. Each guild follows a standardized rank system, provides unique privileges to its members, and operates independently across cities and nations. In the Realm of Origin, major guilds include the... More Master’s dismissal still hung in the air, a stark reminder of the monumental task ahead. It was Sylas who broke the silence.
“The guilds and factions are too entrenched in their own politics. They won’t believe us unless we have something more than just a story,” she stated, her hand resting on the hilt of her dagger. “But Elder Mei… she saw what you did at the engine. She knows what your Void Root is capable of. She’s our best bet.”
Revan nodded. Elder Mei was an outlier, a respected scholar from the Inscription GuildA guild is a mortal-run organization focused on a specific trade, craft, or field of service. Unlike sects, guilds are not ruled by cultivation power but by skill, experience, and reputation. Each guild follows a standardized rank system, provides unique privileges to its members, and operates independently across cities and nations. In the Realm of Origin, major guilds include the... More who had witnessed his unique abilities firsthand. They made their way to her workshop on the outskirts of Havenstone. It was a chaotic, brilliant space filled with humming energy arrays and scrolls covered in complex runes.
Elder Mei, a small woman with piercing, intelligent eyes, looked up from a glowing diagram as they entered. She greeted Revan with a look of recognition and respect. When he recounted the events—the tome, the Elder Rune, the ancient factions, and the poisoned woman—her skepticism was minimal. She had felt the chaotic energy he absorbed and knew it was unlike anything she had encountered.
“The Destroyers… an ancient malice thought to be gone forever,” she murmured, her fingers tracing the air as if writing a forgotten rune. “If what you say is true, the entire world is in danger.” She glanced at the unconscious woman on the bed in the corner, a hint of concern in her eyes. “This corruption… it’s a signature of their dark arts. They’re making their move.”
“We need to warn the leaders,” Kaelen pleaded. “They have to prepare.”
Elder Mei sighed, her shoulders slumping. “I can get you an audience, but be warned. The Imperial and Union Factions are rivals. The Imperials are obsessed with their own power and ‘divine’ authority. The Union Faction is more pragmatic, but they are also deeply cautious.”
As predicted, the Imperial Faction meeting was a disaster. Revan stood before a council of arrogant, self-important officials in a lavishly decorated room. They listened with thinly veiled contempt, their eyes flicking to Revan’s simple adventurer’s gear and then to Kaelen’s perpetually disheveled appearance.
“A Void Root cultivator,” sneered one of the council members, a man with a chest full of medals. “Telling us of fairy tales? Your kind is the very reason we have these fortifications. You are the source of chaos, not its enemy.”
Revan’s anger flared, but he kept his voice low and steady. “The Elder Rune’s energy isn’t just chaos, it’s a signature of the Destroyers. It will consume us all if we don’t act.”
The council laughed. “Dismissed,” the leader said, waving a hand. “Take your conspiracy theories elsewhere.”
Defeated, the party went to the Union Faction’s meeting hall. The atmosphere here was different; less grandeur, more practicality. Their leader, a grizzled commander named General Volkov, listened to Revan’s tale with a stone-cold expression. He questioned them meticulously, his eyes scanning Revan, Kaelen, and Sylas for any sign of a lie.
Finally, Volkov leaned back in his chair, his gaze lingering on the Last Man on the Wall. “I remember the reports of what you did. A single man holding the line against a tide of monsters. The Imperial Faction wrote it off as a lucky accident, but a man like you… you don’t survive a hundred-to-one fight by luck.”
He looked from Revan to Elder Mei, who vouched for the chaotic energy he had contained. Then, his gaze fell on Kaelen. “And you, scholar, are famous for your love of the bottle. But you are also renowned for your knowledge of ancient texts.”
A long silence stretched out before Volkov finally spoke. “I will not commit my faction’s full resources based on this. We have our own threats to deal with. But… I will provide you with a small, elite squad and limited resources. Consider it a reconnaissance mission. Find us proof. Something tangible that we can put in front of the other factions.”
His eyes, cold and sharp as winter ice, fixed on Revan. “Understand this, cultivator. I am extending a hand, not an embrace. The Imperial Faction may have dismissed you, but they are right about one thing: you are a living anomaly. If you fail, if you return without the proof we need, that hand will become a fist. The Union Faction will not stand by while a potential source of chaos roams our lands. You will be hunted, not as an enemy, but as a liability. The wall you stood on will become your tomb, and you will find no salvation on the other side.”
The burden was now heavier than ever. Revan, Kaelen, and Sylas had gained a reluctant patron, but Volkov’s words stripped away any illusion of security. The true fight was just beginning, and for the first time, Revan wasn’t just walking a lonely, cursed path—he was walking one with a blade held to his back.
Just before dawn, a detachment of eight Union Faction soldiers arrived at the Adventurer GuildA guild is a mortal-run organization focused on a specific trade, craft, or field of service. Unlike sects, guilds are not ruled by cultivation power but by skill, experience, and reputation. Each guild follows a standardized rank system, provides unique privileges to its members, and operates independently across cities and nations. In the Realm of Origin, major guilds include the... More. Unlike the Imperial guard’s polished armor and decorative helms, the Union soldiers wore simple, blackened steel plates over chainmail, their armor scuffed and practical, each piece bearing the symbol of a broken shield. They moved with a grim, efficient silence, their discipline a stark contrast to the usual boisterousness of the Adventurers. Their faces were impassive, hardened by years of defending the borders from monstrous incursions.
The group loaded their limited gear into two sturdy, covered wagons. The first was for supplies, the second modified with a soft cot for the unconscious Meilin. As Kaelen, uncharacteristically sober, supervised her transfer, Revan watched her form. He saw the faint, dark threads of the Elder Rune corruption still clinging to her, a parasite his Void Root had only partially contained. She stirred, a faint, feverish whimper escaping her lips. “The stars… they fell,” she muttered, the words a corrupted whisper he could not comprehend.
Revan felt a cold dread settle in his stomach. Volkov’s warning was a weight on his shoulders, a reminder that this mission was not just about saving the world, but about saving himself from the very people he sought to protect.
The trail of the Destroyer’s ritual led toward the Sunken Spires, a ruin of an ancient sect known for its mastery of forbidden techniques. He knew the whispers of chaos were waiting for him there, and the thought was a chilling promise that his path, as always, was a solitary one.
The road out of Havenstone stretched into the gloom, and as Revan mounted the lead wagon, he knew this was a journey into a storm of his own making, with no one to trust but his small, unlikely group of outcasts.
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