> "Sometimes, the loudest wars are fought in silence.
And the quiet steps of a determined few
can change the fate of many."
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The Calm Before the Movement
The days following the Shadow's Reckoning passed in a fragile peace. Ashmarch slowly healed its wounds, but the scars ran deep beneath the surface. The air was heavy with unspoken fears and countless unanswered questions.
Aralyndra walked the camp in the early morning, the cold air crisp against her skin. Her breath formed clouds that vanished quickly, like the hopes she fought to keep alive.
Beside her, Saelira carried the burden of her fragment's glow, which pulsed faintly with a steady heartbeat — a reminder of the war within and without.
> "We can't wait for the next attack," Aralyndra said softly. "We need to take the fight to the Usurper."
Karna joined them, silent but resolute.
> "Then we move," he said simply. "But we do it quietly. Without warning."
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The Plan
In the dim light of the council tent, maps and runes were spread across the table. Thorne pointed to a path rarely traveled — a shadowed route weaving through the Forsaken Wilds.
> "They won't expect an assault from here," he explained. "It's dangerous. But it might be our best chance."
Mirael, eyes sharp as ever, added,
> "We'll need scouts and runners — fast and silent. No distractions, no unnecessary fights."
Aralyndra's voice was firm.
> "This isn't just a battle of strength. It's a war of cunning and will."
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The Gathering of the Silent
A select group was assembled — vow-bearers, rune-singers, and defected gods who specialized in stealth and subterfuge.
Among them was Lysara, a shadow-stepper with eyes like twilight, and Doran, a rune-singer whose whispered songs could bend silence itself.
Aralyndra addressed them, voice steady but filled with urgency.
> "This is not a march of glory, but of necessity."
> "Our footsteps must leave no trace, our voices must carry no sound."
---
Into the Forsaken Wilds
The Silent March began under a moonless sky. The group moved like shadows themselves, slipping through tangled forests and over jagged hills.
Every rustle of leaves, every snapping twig, was a threat.
Saelira's fragment glowed faintly, a subtle light to guide them through the darkness.
> "Stay close," Aralyndra whispered. "And trust your instincts."
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The Haunting of the Wilds
The Forsaken Wilds were not merely a place of trees and rocks—they were alive with ancient magic and restless spirits.
At one point, the group was stopped by a wailing wind that seemed to carry voices—lost souls trapped between worlds.
Doran sang softly, weaving protective runes into the air.
> "We carry their stories," he said. "Their whispers guide us, but we must not be swallowed by the silence."
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The First Strike
The target was a dark fortress — a node of the Usurper's power in the shadow realm.
The Silent Marchers infiltrated under cover of night, bypassing sentries and traps with skill born of desperation.
Saelira's Fragment pulsed stronger as they approached the fortress's heart.
> "This is where we turn the tide," she said.
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The Breach
The fortress was a maze of shadow and stone, shifting walls and dark corridors that seemed to close behind them.
Aralyndra led the way, her Whispersong humming softly, a beacon against the darkness.
Suddenly, alarms blared—shadows surged from the walls.
A fierce battle erupted, silent but deadly.
Karna's Truthbreak sliced through the shadows with fiery precision.
Lysara vanished and reappeared behind enemy lines, her daggers flashing.
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The Heart of Darkness
At the fortress's core, they found a corrupted altar—a source of the Usurper's dark power.
Saelira stepped forward, Fragment glowing fiercely.
> "We end this," she vowed.
She sang the Song of Unbinding, a melody that shattered shadows and purified corruption.
The altar cracked and shattered, sending a shockwave through the fortress.
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The Silent Retreat
With the fortress crumbling, the Silent Marchers withdrew swiftly, leaving chaos behind.
No words were spoken—only the sound of footsteps fading into the night.
As dawn broke, Ashmarch awoke to news of the strike.
Hope stirred anew.
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The Promise of War
Back in the camp, Aralyndra looked to her companions.
> "The Silent March was only the beginning."
> "The Usurper's reign will not go unchallenged."
Karna nodded.
> "The storm is coming again."
Saelira's Fragment glowed steady, a promise of light amid encroaching darkness.