The sporadic whisper of wind through the old stone hallways broke the terrible silence enveloping the castle. Alaric struggled to get rid of the anxiety that had descended upon him like a black cloud. His senses were sharp, and he moved along the hallways, every shadow a potential threat.
Elara discovered him close to the main entrance; her eyes mirrored the same discomfort. Her voice was low. "We need to strengthen the wards." The adversary is close.
Alarik nodded. "I'll bring the others together. We must always be ready for everything.
Alaric couldn't help but think of Darius as they travelled to assemble the rebel leaders. The revelation of his alleged betrayal greatly troubled his mind. Even though time was running out, he felt compelled to confront him in order to discover the truth. The first priority was the immediate threat.
Elara started the procedure to strengthen the magical wards in the central chamber. The air crackled with energy as she yelled, the ancient symbols shining more brilliantly with every syllable. The rebels were filled with wonder, temporarily forgetting their anxiety in the face of such force.
Alaric watched over the door, his gaze gliding across the blackness outside. He sensed the enemy—a terrible force hiding just out of sight. Ready for whatever was ahead, he gripped his blade tightly.
Darius moved stealthily in the shadows while his mind flew. He had to prove his loyalty and persuade Alaric that he was not the traitor they feared. Aware of his limited time, he had listened to Lysandra's conversation with Alaric. If he missed swift action, he knew he would lose everything.
He moved towards the outside chambers, where a rebel group resided. As he got closer, their eyes were cautious.
"Darius," one of them remarked, sounding rather dubious. "What are you here doing?"
Darius inhaled thoroughly. "I need yours. We must locate the traitor among us before it is too late."
Glancing at one another, the rebels nodded. "What actions do we need to take?"
"Search the stronghold," Darius replied, his voice sharp. "Look for anyone who is acting suspiciously. We cannot afford to let the adversary surprise us."
Darius descended into the stronghold as the rebels dispersed. He had to track down Lysandra and face her. She was the key; she instilled doubt. If he could expose her, he could clear his record.
He found her in the armory, examining a line of weapons with her back to him. Darius gently walked forward, his heart thumping in his chest.
"Lysandra," he murmured, his voice low.
She turned, her eyes becoming narrow. "D Darius". Hey, what are you doing?"
Darius stepped forward and said, "I know what you're trying to do." "You informed Alaric I was a traitor. why?
Lysandra had an incomprehensible look. You are. You have spoken with the spies of the Serpent King."
Darius tipped his head. "I wanted to fool them into defending us. You have to believe me.
Perhaps guilt or doubt were flickering in Lysandra's eyes. "Even if that's true, how can we be sure you haven't compromised? "How can we know we should be trusting you?"
Darius experienced a flash of desperation. You never. You have to believe, nevertheless, that I am now speaking the truth. We have to cooperate; otherwise, we risk losing what we have battled for.
Lysandra was silent for a while, then nodded gently. "Alright." Still, Darius, we're watching you. One mistake, and I will see to it you regret it."
Darius nodded, relief pouring through him. "Thank you. Alaric has to be alerted. The enemy is nearer than we first realise.
Elara concluded the rite in the central chamber, and the air hummed with fresh vitality. She turned to Alaric, her face clearly tired. "We must be alert, even though the wards are stronger today. The foe is sly.
Alaric nodded. > "We'd be ready."
Darius and Lysandra stormed into the chamber just then, their expressions dark. "Alaric, we have to talk," Darius remarked, sounding urgently.
Alaric's gaze closed. "What is it??"
Darius inhaled deeply. "The adversary is nearer than we realised. One of them is a spy here, following our every action. We had to locate them before it was too late.
Alaric had a cold running down his spine. "Who"?
Darius paused and remarked, "I'm not sure yet." We must, however, move quickly. If we slow down, we will destroy all we have worked for.
Alaric nodded while his mind was racing. Call everyone together. We must hunt out this spy and get ready for the assault. We cannot afford to let our guard down."
The fortress teemed with activity as the rebels moved to guard their positions. Working nonstop, Alaric and Elara oversaw the defences and made sure everyone was ready for the approaching conflict. Every second passed like a drumbeat of dread, a tangible sensation of urgency.
As darkness fell, the suspense in the air thickened. The rebels were on high alert, their eyes scanning the blackness for any movement. Alaric, his heart thumping in his chest, stood at the main door. He sensed the storm building and the gloom closing in.
Then it happened. A startling, deafening noise broke the silence, followed by hurried footsteps. Their opponent was upon them.