As the Soul Forger outlined his requirements, the world beyond the central city continued to shift and change.
Time passed differently within the Orb of Phantasmal—what felt like days in one region might be months in another.
And while Rel, Anouz, and Christian made their preparations to infiltrate the central city, others were completing their own journeys.
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SHING!
The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the scorched battlefield.
Jan stood alone within the devastation, his breathing steady despite the hours of combat that had led to this moment.
Before him lay the broken form of the Shadow Lord, once the most feared ruler in the eastern territories, now nothing more than a defeated enemy.
Jan sheathed his sword with a practiced motion, the blade sliding home with a satisfying click.
