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Chapter 26 - Edge Of Despair

He lay on the cold, damp ground, the silence pressing down on him like a weight. His first instinct was to reach for the sword, his fingers stretching out into the emptiness. It was gone.

Panic surged through him as he forced himself up, his eyes darting around. He was in a vast, cavernous space lit by an eerie, unnatural glow that seemed to seep through the walls themselves. Jagged stone pillars cast long shadows, shifting and twisting in the flickering light. He felt a presence, close and suffocating, lurking in the dark edges of the room.

"Seraphina?" he whispered hoarsely. "Elysia?"

There was no reply, only the echo of his voice fading into the silence. He stumbled forward, trying to gather his thoughts, every instinct on edge. His friends—they were here, somewhere. They had to be.

Suddenly, he heard a faint, muffled sound, like someone struggling to breathe. He followed it, his heart pounding in his chest as he moved toward the source. As he rounded a corner, he froze. There, chained against the cold stone wall, was Seraphina. Her head hung low, her arms bound above her, her face bruised and pale.

"Seraphina!" Kaelen rushed to her side, reaching out to free her, but as soon as he touched the chains, a searing pain shot up his arm, forcing him to pull back.

She looked up, her eyes fluttering open. The pain in her gaze was unmistakable, and Kaelen felt a surge of guilt. He hadn't been able to protect her. They were supposed to be together, fighting side by side.

"Kaelen…" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "They… they took Elysia… she tried to fight them off, but…"

Kaelen clenched his fists, rage simmering within him. "I won't let them hurt you, or her," he vowed, his voice tight with determination. "I'll get you out of here."

But as he looked around, searching for anything that might break the enchanted chains, a slow, mocking clap echoed through the cavern. The sound chilled him to his core. He turned around to see a figure stepping out from the shadows, the same sinister aura he had felt before.

Thorne.

The dark lord's gaze settled on Kaelen, a cold smile curling at his lips. His eyes, a deep, unfeeling red, gleamed with satisfaction. "Kaelen, the 'chosen hero,'" he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "Tell me, how does it feel to fail?"

Kaelen's jaw tightened, but he didn't respond. He wouldn't give Thorne the satisfaction.

Thorne continued, circling him like a predator. "Did you think you could storm into my world, wielding that ancient sword, and stop me? Pathetic."

Kaelen felt his rage flare, but he forced himself to stay calm, even as every fiber of his being wanted to lunge at Thorne. He knew he was outmatched. The sword was gone, his friends were captured, and he had no plan.

But Thorne wasn't done. His gaze shifted to Seraphina, his expression darkening with malice. "The loyal mage," he murmured, reaching out to touch her face. She recoiled, but the chains held her fast. "Such devotion. Such faith. And yet, here you are, helpless."

Kaelen felt something snap inside him. "Let her go!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the cavern. He took a step forward, but Thorne simply raised a hand, and an invisible force knocked Kaelen back, slamming him into the wall. Pain exploded through him, but he forced himself to stand again, his eyes blazing with defiance.

Thorne chuckled, a cold, hollow sound. "Still fighting, are we? Brave, but foolish." He leaned closer, his voice a mocking whisper. "You know, it didn't have to be this way. I offered you a place at my side, Kaelen. You could have ruled with power beyond your wildest dreams."

Kaelen spat on the ground, his voice laced with venom. "I'd rather die than join you."

Thorne's smile faded, replaced by a look of cold hatred. "Very well. You will have your wish soon enough."

With a snap of his fingers, the chains binding Seraphina tightened, and she gasped in pain, her body tensing as the enchanted iron burned against her skin. Kaelen's heart pounded in his chest, helpless fury boiling over as he watched her suffer.

But then, something unexpected happened. The shadows around them shifted, twisting and swirling until they formed a faint outline. Elysia's voice broke through the silence, her words carrying a strange, unearthly calm.

"Kaelen… believe in the light… it's still within you."

Her voice was faint, barely a whisper, but it sparked something within Kaelen. He remembered the sword's warmth, the light that had guided him, the strength he had felt when he believed in something greater than himself.

Kaelen closed his eyes, focusing on that memory, that spark. He ignored Thorne's laughter, blocking out the dark presence around him. Slowly, he felt a warmth stir in his chest, small at first, but growing with each heartbeat. The light wasn't gone. It had been inside him all along.

He opened his eyes, meeting Thorne's gaze with newfound resolve. "You can't break me, Thorne. I don't need the sword. I am the light."

Thorne's eyes narrowed, his amusement replaced by anger. He raised his hand, dark energy crackling around him. But Kaelen stood tall, his body glowing with a faint, warm light that pushed back the shadows.

With a surge of courage, Kaelen stepped forward, his light clashing against Thorne's darkness. The shadows retreated, swirling wildly, and Thorne's confident smile faltered. For the first time, a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.

But just as Kaelen felt the light within him swell, something sharp and cold sliced through his side. He gasped, stumbling back, the light flickering as pain shot through him. He looked down, seeing a jagged wound where the shadows had struck.

Thorne smirked, his face twisted with malice. "Fool. Your light is nothing but a flicker against my darkness."

Kaelen's vision blurred, but he forced himself to stay on his feet. He could feel Seraphina's gaze on him, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and hope.

And in that moment, he made a silent promise: he would not let them down.

Kaelen's promise burned in his chest, filling him with renewed fire. His fingers tightened around the hilt of his sword, even as his arms ached and his legs trembled beneath him. But he wasn't about to back down. Not now, not when so many depended on him.

Ahead, the shadowy figure let out a low chuckle, a sound so cold it seemed to chill the very air. His form twisted, merging with the darkness, his features barely visible under a hood that seemed woven from the shadows themselves.

"Is that all you have, hero?" The figure's voice slithered through the trees, filling every corner of the silent forest. "You think light alone can defeat me?"

Kaelen didn't answer. He glanced sideways, catching Elysia's determined expression as she readied another arrow, her hands steady despite the fear in her eyes. Seraphina was on his other side, her face streaked with grime and blood, her blade raised, glinting in the dim light. They'd come too far to give up now.

Without warning, the figure raised his hand, and shadows erupted from the ground, swirling around his fingers like dark flames. With a flick of his wrist, the shadows transformed into dark creatures, beasts with gleaming eyes and claws as sharp as razors. They stood, snarling and snapping, forming a deadly circle around Kaelen and his companions.

"Show me," the figure whispered, "how long your light can last against true darkness."

One of the beasts lunged forward, jaws open wide. Kaelen swung his sword, his blade slashing through its shadowy form, but it didn't slow. Another beast lunged, followed by another. He parried, dodged, feeling the creatures pressing closer, their growls rumbling in his ears.

"Seraphina!" he yelled, barely managing to push one of the beasts back.

She nodded, darting forward, her blade flashing in the dim light. She struck one beast down, only for two more to take its place. They were surrounded, each shadow beast blending into the next, a dark, writhing mass closing in.

Elysia released an arrow that blazed with magical light, piercing one of the creatures. It let out an ear-splitting scream, writhing as it disintegrated into smoke. But it didn't matter—more took its place, their eyes glinting with malevolent glee.

Kaelen's pulse raced as he struck down another creature, but the figure's voice broke through, mocking, relentless. "Your fight is over, Kaelen. You can't protect them. You can't even save yourself."

The words cut deeper than any blade. Kaelen felt a flicker of doubt, a cold whisper that tugged at his mind. The shadows pressed closer, their claws scraping his skin, their breath hot against his face.

But then, he looked at Seraphina, at the fierce defiance in her eyes as she swung her blade. He saw Elysia, her focus unwavering as she prepared another arrow. They hadn't given up. They hadn't lost hope.

Kaelen gritted his teeth, feeling the fire in his chest ignite once more. He lifted his sword, its light piercing the darkness. "I don't need to save myself," he said, his voice steady. "I only need to make sure you fall."

The figure's smile twisted into a sneer. "Bold words. Let's see how long you last."

With a flick of his hand, he summoned a towering wave of shadows that surged toward Kaelen, Elysia, and Seraphina like a black tidal wave. They braced themselves, their weapons raised, their breaths held.

The shadows crashed over them like a storm, drowning them in darkness, swallowing every hint of light. Kaelen could hear Seraphina's strangled gasp, Elysia's panicked breaths—but he couldn't see them. He was alone, trapped in a void, his light flickering, fading.

He felt a clawed hand close around his arm, pulling him down, deeper into the darkness. His vision blurred, his strength slipping away. He struggled, but it was like fighting against a crushing tide, relentless and unyielding.

And then, just as he felt the last of his strength ebbing away, the figure's voice echoed in his ear, a whisper of pure malice.

"Your light is gone, Kaelen. They're mine now."

Kaelen's heart froze. Panic surged through him as he strained to break free, but the darkness held him fast, tightening like chains. He could feel Seraphina and Elysia slipping further away, their voices fading, lost in the void.

"Elysia! Seraphina!" he shouted, his voice hoarse, desperate. But only silence answered.

The figure leaned close, his voice a dark caress. "The moment you failed them, Kaelen, they were doomed. Now, watch as everything you hold dear is swallowed by the shadows."

In one final, horrifying instant, the last flicker of light around him vanished, leaving Kaelen alone in complete, unyielding darkness. And somewhere in that suffocating void, he felt a cold smile pressing closer, the weight of defeat heavy on his shoulders.

He was trapped, and his companions were lost