Chapter 30
The revelation of Malakor’s plan sent a shockwave through the fragile alliance gathered at the Warren. The great hall, once filled with the boisterous confidence of victory, fell into a grim, tense silence as Aria revealed the contents of Seraph’s message. The Circle of Unmaking. The name itself was a chilling prophecy, a word from a darker, more terrible age. “To become a god…” Hecate, the witch matriarch, hissed from her corner, her voice a dry whisper of dead leaves. “The arrogance is absolute. This is blacker magic than even the First Wars saw. He would unravel the tapestry of reality itself.” “Can he be stopped?” Damien demanded, his voice a low growl. His hand rested on the pommel of his axe, a gesture of frustration. Armies and fortresses were useless against a foe who sought to r
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