The air in the secret chamber grew heavy with tension as the members of the Black Chains scattered, each assigned to prepare for the impending war. Their leader remained behind, staring intently at the map of the Immortal Realm spread out before him. His eyes locked on the red markers, each symbolizing a place Aiden had struck, each a painful reminder of their repeated failures to stop him.
"His reign of terror ends now," he muttered, fists clenched.
Far from the hidden lair of the Black Chains, Aiden's influence continued to grow. News of his victories spread like wildfire. As he dismantled the strongholds of slave traders and freed the captives, more people rallied to his cause. Some were seasoned warriors seeking justice, while others were survivors who saw Aiden as their savior.
