In the weeks after the Summit, Caleb's former lands became the Broken Territories. The other Alphas quarantined them and shared the watch.
Kaelen spent long days at the border overseeing the slow cleansing of the corruption.
I spent my days in the Abyssal Spire's library because I wanted to.
Ancient maps covered my desk while I traced the ley lines of the Abyss and tested how Kaelen's power could join mine to heal the land.
No Elder waited outside with a list of blessings. When my hands tired, I closed the atlas, and no one ordered me to open it again.
Thunder struck under a cloudless sky.
The floor jumped beneath my feet.
The citadel's obsidian gates blew inward. Enchanted stone burst across the hall, followed by a wave of rancid corruption stronger than the Miasma outside.
Caleb
