Eryndor's words hung in the air, a challenge to Eira's concerns. Arcturus watched with interest, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
"Very well, Eryndor," Arcturus said, his voice dripping with ceremony. "If you're ready to claim your birthright, you must first take the oath."
Eryndor's eyes locked onto Arcturus, his mind racing with the implications. "What oath?" he asked, his voice firm.
"The Oath of Allegiance," Arcturus replied, his tone rising. "Swear fealty to me, and I'll grant you the power you seek. Refuse, and... well, let's just say you won't be leaving this spire alive."
Eira's voice was a whispered warning. "Eryndor, don't do it. You'll lose yourself forever."
But Eryndor's gaze was fixed on Arcturus, his heart pounding with anticipation. He knew the risks, but he was wi
