The heavy timber door of the first cabin creaked open, followed instantly by the second.
stin stepped out first, a booming, deep-chested laugh rattling right out of his throat before his boots even hit the mud. Right behind him, to his left, Adara walked out, a rare, brilliant smile breaking across her usually stoic features.
The air around the two of them didn’t just shimr, it visibly beat with a crisp, concentrated Light Orange aura. The raw wild output of their Red-tier days had been completely tad, replaced by a choking, hyper-focused density that made the space around them hum like a plucked bowstring.
"By the skies, Adara," stin rumbled, turning his hands over to watch amber sparks leap across his knuckles. "Feels like I could hit the mountain’s base and split it in two."
"Splitting it isn’t the point," Adara replied, her laughter light as she closed her eyes, feeling the pure precision of her new core. She understood him—and was glad for it, savoring her power.
A few monts earlier, from the healer’s quarter...
Torin and Elspeth stepped into the light, drawn out by the sudden, suffocating pressure that dropped over the valley. They stood side by side, their gaze directed at the roaring, silent whirlpool of energy lashing against the timber cabins.
"They succeeded," Torin murmured, his voice a low, steady rumble as he crossed his arms against the alpine chill. "That density... there’s no mistaking it. They’re breaking through."
Elspeth watched the amber currents begin to slow, a subtle, knowing smile playing on her lips. "stin has the stubbornness of a landslide, and Adara’s mind is far too sharp to let the volatile will of a beast overwhelm her core. It’s good they were able to overco it."
She shifted her gaze slightly toward the southern clearing, where the massive silhouette of the Crag-Stalker rested in the shadows. "Though, they aren’t the only major change to hit the mountain this week. What do you make of the stranger Bramm took in today? The Lithari."
Torin’s eyes squinted a little as he followed her look towards the dark, rugged rock face. "A master mason who can sll the veins of the earth before he even rolls a map? He’s eccentric to say the least, I haven’t heard of one leaving their lands on their own before."
"I heard they found a deposit of Vaelstone, quite a find. If he can truly turn that raw Vaelstone into walls, we’ll have a proper stronghold before the first winter storms hit."
"A master craftsman obsessed with nothing but his art, riding a tad beast out of the deep fissures," Elspeth mused, her eyes reflecting the dying sparks of the Vitre vortex as it finally snapped shut, leaving behind an almost holy stillness. "I think things are about to beco even more interesting..."
Before Torin could answer, the heavy timber door of the first cabin creaked open, followed instantly by the second.
Back to the present...
Bramm walked out from the center of the camp, his heavy boots crunching slowly against the cold dirt. He stopped just outside the firelight, his dark grey beard and long locks catching the silver starlight.
He didn’t say a word first. His deep blue eyes simply glided between the two, asuring the sheer, undeniable mass of their breakthrough. A great, fierce pride settled in the hard lines of his aged face.
He raised his wooden flagon toward them, his voice dropping into a low, resonant rumble that easily commanded the attention of every soul around the fires.
"We all know the high houses down the pass are edging closer to the brink of war every day," Bramm said, his gaze steady and unyielding. "And when that storm finally breaks, the chaos is going to look for a way up these mountain trails. But looking at the two of you tonight... this valley feels a whole lot safer. We are still not strong enough but its a step towards the light!"
He ca closer, placing a heavy, leather gloved hand on stin’s massive shoulder, then giving a firm, respectful nod to Adara.
"You’ve broken the ceiling. You’ve given House Osric the real strength it needs to defend our own," continued Bramm, his tone carrying the strong loyalty of a commander who viewed his squad as his own blood. "I’m grateful for the sweat you poured into these cabins. The horizon may be uncertain, but with those hamrs and those barriers ready to hold our line, I know we can stand against whatever cos knocking. Drink well tonight. Tomorrow our journey continues."
A fierce, unified shout rose from the others, easing the tension entirely. Within minutes, the quiet camp transford into a rowdy, celebration feast. Roaring platters of roasted mountain ga and thick trencher bread were hauled from the cookhouse, the heavy odor of seared at driving away the alpine chill.
Bramm was about to join them when a notification appeared on the system panel which made him furrow his brows...
As the wine flowed and laughter filled the reach, the warriors sat among their kin, completely testing the boundaries of their newfound strength—utterly unaware of how soon that strength would be tested by the shifting wild outside their gates.
***
The steady clink-clink-clink of tal striking stone had been the soundtrack of the plateau for the past three days. Ard with picks and iron-shod shovels, a dozen n dug deep trenches into the rich earth of the southern clearing, working under the watchful eye of Valerius Kael-Voss.
The Lithari stood on a newly exposed shelf of bedrock, his slate-gray skin glistening with a light sweat as he gestured with his Grounded Chisel-Glaive, directing the n toward the heavy, tallic pulse of the Vaelstone vein he had located.
"Deeper on the left, boys!" Valerius called out, his voice bearing that smooth rhythmic lilt like glossy pebbles sliding down a rushing stream. He moved grandly with a sweep of his arm, his jet black teeth flashing in the sunlight.
"The mountain’s bones are thickest right here, you see! Give a clean baseline, a truly pristine surface of stone, and I shall shape a foundation so magnificent it will make those pompous high houses down the pass look like they are living in nothing more than stacked mud pies!"
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