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In the aftermath of the Obsidian Concord's brazen attack, the atmosphere within the Guardian Circle grew heavy with unspoken questions. Patrols were doubled, and whispers of betrayal began to stir in quiet corners of the sanctuary. The Concord's mark—a black sigil resembling a coiled serpent devouring its tail—had been carved into a tree not far from where the assassin vanished. A message. A warning.
AshenZero stood before the carving, fingers grazing the edges of the symbol. "They're not just watching us. They're studying us."
Seraphine crossed her arms beside him. "Which means someone let them close enough to observe without being seen."
Elanai, overhearing, approached from behind. "It's possible," she said. "But if there is a traitor among us, we need proof. And we need allies who can see beyond what most miss."
That very evening, the Council of the Circle convened. Their circular chamber was open to the sky, moonlight pouring over the heads of druids, sentinels, and mystics. It was there Elanai formally announced the proposal—to induct AshenZero's group as provisional allies.
There was protest. Some guardians viewed Vulkran's dark past as a liability. Others feared AshenZero's connection to the arcane weapons he'd once wielded in battle. Yet, when Seraphine spoke—clear, calm, and without pretension—many listened.
"The Eclipse will not stop at our borders. We either forge alliances now or die alone later. We've already bled for this cause. Let us help."
After hours of deliberation, the motion passed. Barely. But it passed.
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Over the following days, each member of the group was assigned a guardian to train with:
AshenZero trained alongside Elanai herself, learning to channel his shadow-bound powers with greater control. He discovered that the darkness within him, if tempered by purpose, could become a shield rather than a weapon.
Seraphine partnered with Kaelin, a stoic nature-seer who taught her to listen to the voice of the land itself. Her light-based magic began to harmonize with nature, making her spells both powerful and sustainable.
Vulkran, to his dismay, continued his begrudging mentorship under Ryven. But something began to shift. In the quiet moments after training, the two would sit beneath the star-lit canopy. Ryven spoke of his past—abandoned by both humans and demons, raised by the Circle. For the first time, Vulkran truly listened.
"You fight like you don't care if you die," Ryven said one night.
"Maybe I don't," Vulkran answered, gaze hard.
"Then fight for the ones who would care," Ryven replied, eyes meeting his. "Even if it's just one."
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Back at the sanctum, a bond between AshenZero and Seraphine began to grow. It wasn't spoken. It wasn't even obvious. But it was there—in the way their eyes lingered during strategy sessions, or how Seraphine always seemed to find AshenZero during the rare quiet hours.
One twilight, while the sun dipped below the canopy, they found themselves walking alone along the border of the sanctuary.
"You seem more... at peace," Seraphine noted, breaking the silence.
AshenZero smiled faintly. "Maybe because I'm not alone anymore."
She didn't reply right away. Then, softly: "You never were. You just didn't want to see it."
Their hands brushed accidentally—or perhaps intentionally. Neither pulled away.
Before anything more could be said, a horn blared in the distance. Guardians scrambled, voices rising. A scout sprinted into the courtyard, breathless.
"Skyfire Tower was attacked. The Flamebound Sigil is missing."
The Flamebound Sigil—an ancient relic of primordial fire, kept sealed for centuries.
Elanai turned to the group. "This wasn't just a theft. It's a declaration of war."
AshenZero drew his blade. "Then let's send our own message."
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