A heavy silence filled the throne room as the gathered advisors, generals, and Mages stood frozen, their eyes locked onto the sight before them.
None of them had ever seen or even suspected that the unassuming wall concealed sothing so powerful, sothing so secret that even the highest-ranking figures in the kingdom had been unaware of its existence.
The air trembled with an unnatural energy as King Gulben lifted the to from its resting place. Dark leather, worn yet untouched by ti, pulsed faintly with Magic energy, and the runes carved into its surface twisted and shimred as if alive.
The king's blood that still wet on his palm, seeped into the cover, causing the entire book to tremble.
One of the generals, his expression tight with unease, saying, "Your Majesty... what is that?"
King Gulben did not answer imdiately. He flipped open the to with a deliberate motion, the aged pages unfurling like whispering voices carried by the wind.
His face was set in grim determination as he skimd the intricate inscriptions, each rune burning into his vision with the weight of ancient power.
The Mages, who had been relaying ssages to the battlefield, hesitated, his Magic flickering slightly as their focus wavered.
Even without understanding what the King was about to do he could feel it—sothing imnse that had remained hidden for a reason.
"It is a secret," Gulben finally spoke, his voice quiet yet filled with undeniable authority. "A secret that only the kings before have ever known."
He turned his gaze toward the battlefield outside the tower. The Elven forces were still being slaughtered, their Magic defenses crumbling under the relentless assault of the enemy's new constructs. His jaw tightened.
"Long ago," he continued, "when the Great Calamity ca to this world and fought against Erend and Eccar, their battle left behind sothing unnatural. A chaotic force that could twist and warp the very fabric of our reality. It could not be destroyed nor could it be controlled." His fingers traced the symbols on the page before him. "So I sealed it away with this. If I didn't, there will be another disaster."
A few gasps rippled through the room. The advisors exchanged uneasy glances. The Great Calamity's battle had nearly destroyed their world and none had ever questioned what had happened to the remnants of its power.
But to think that all this ti, their King had stored it sowhere…
"I created a separate storage in that dinsion," Gulben said, "a place where no mortal, creature, or being of this world could ever reach. A void that would keep the chaotic Magic contained so that it would never again bring disaster upon us."
One of the Mages took a cautious step forward. "But Your Majesty… if that to was ant to be secret—"
"Then I should not be standing here now, preparing to open it." Gulben's voice cut through the room like a blade. His eyes burned with cold resolve. "However, this enemy is beyond us. They have taken our greatest strength, our Magic, and turned it into a weakness. If we fight them as we are now, we will lose everything. But if I use this… if I unleash the power kept there… we will be able to defeat Laston."
He exhaled, the weight of his decision pressing down on him. "It will change everything."
Without waiting for further protests, he placed his bloodied hand upon the open to, and the runes ignited in a brilliant swirling glow.
The air around him trembled, and a hum filled the room. A great force, unseen yet undeniable, pressed against the walls, as if reality itself strained against the presence of what was about to be happened.
The throne room darkened. Shadows twisted unnaturally along the stone floor. Then…
A deep, echoing crack tore through the chamber.
The space before King Gulben shimred violently, as though the very fabric of the world was unraveling. The air fractured like glass and revealing sothing beyond. It was a swirling abyss of uncontained energy.
Streaks of chaotic Magic lashed out like living tendrils, surging within the opened rift.
The advisors and generals recoiled instinctively, their hearts pounding as they witnessed the impossible.
King Gulben stood firm. He had opened this dinsio again. He alone would decide when to unlock its full power.
Reaching into the glowing abyss, he called upon the power that had been buried here from long ti ago.
The Magic from inside the dinsion surged in response, writhing and crackling with untad energy. It had not forgotten him. It had waited for him to co.
And now, it would serve him.
Whether it would obey or consu everything was a risk he had no choice but to take.
"Y-Your Majesty, wouldn't it be better if we asked Erend and Eccar for help instead?" one of the advisors said. "If using your power cos with great risks, I believe it would be wiser not to use it. At this point, we can't afford to take any more risks."
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
From outside, the sound of explosions echoed through the chamber as the newly arrived constructs fired upon the magical barrier.
They were certain that the Mages stationed in the barrier's orb room were struggling to keep up with this new kind of attack. No one could tell how much longer the barrier would hold, but it was clear—it wouldn't be for much longer.
King Gulben let out a long, heavy sigh. Then, with a grave tone, he spoke. "Are you not ashad of constantly relying on them for help? Have you forgotten everything those two Dragonborns have already done for our kingdom?"
At his words, every Elf in the room lowered their heads, their expressions weighed with guilt.
Of course, when they truly thought about it, they couldn't deny the sha they felt.
Ti and ti again, Erend and Eccar had been the ones to solve their kingdom's greatest crises. And now, even when it was their own kind—their own people—who had betrayed them and brought destruction upon their land, were they really about to ask those Dragonborns for help once more?
King Gulben's words struck deep.
In the end, none of them could argue with his decision.
Suddenly, the communication orb beside the throne seat pulsed with a bright shimring glow. The swirling light within its core flickered erratically before stabilizing, signaling an incoming ssage.
The tense silence in the chamber was broken as a deep, commanding voice resonated from the orb.
"This is Fairon. My forces and I have arrived."
The Elves in the room exhaled in relief, though their expressions remained grim.
King Gulben's eyes narrowed as he stepped closer to the orb, his mind racing.
Reinforcents had co, but would they be enough? Outside, the relentless barrage against the Magical barrier continued.
King Gulben gritted his teeth. No. It would not be enough. The new constructs deployed by Laston could neutralize magic, which ant Fairon and his Forest Elf forces' weapons would be ineffective.
Worse, Fairon and his troops could be intercepted and obliterated before even putting up a fight.
"Fairon, be careful. Do not approach the palace yet. The situation here has worsened," King Gulben said.
"What? What do you an?" Fairon's voice carried clear concern.
"Laston has released constructs with weapons that can unravel our magic."
"What?!" Fairon was now shocked, and likely afraid. He had never expected sothing like this.
"I have a plan. Just hold them off for a few seconds without endangering yourself. I need ti."
"A plan? What kind of plan? Are you sure it can counter those constructs?"
King Gulben sighed. "Just trust ."
A few seconds passed before the reply ca.
"Alright!"
The communication cut off. King Gulben turned to his generals and advisors. "You must buy ti as well. Don't worry—it won't take long."
His subordinates imdiately responded with firm agreen
After giving the order, King Gulben stepped into the rift. The swirling portal closed behind him, cutting him off from the chaos of battle outside.
At once, the world around him shifted. The air grew dense, heavy with an unnatural presence, and a deep crimson hue bathed everything in sight.
The vast sky was not like any sky in the mortal realm. It churned slowly, its color an eerie mix of deep red and flickering black streaks.
He stood in the middle of a forest but not the kind found in the Elven lands. The trees here were twisted, their leaves dark and glistening, almost as if they were drenched in thick blood.
The ground beneath his feet felt solid yet pulsed faintly, as if it was alive, responding to his presence.
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His face remained tense, his golden eyes reflecting the eerie glow of this place. Worry lingered in his gaze but his expression remained firm. He had co here with a purpose.
This was the hidden dinsion from so long ago, a place where he had locked away the chaotic Magic from the Great Calamity. But actually theres more to this place.
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