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Chapter 61 - Chapter 60: The Shadows of Tomorrow

The cold winds of the night whipped through the trees, their branches groaning in the breeze, but inside the small camp, the warmth of the fire seemed to hold the darkness at bay. Orin had barely slept; his mind was in turmoil. The Nexus Blade hummed softly beside him, its familiar weight a reminder of the responsibility he now carried—not just for the Nine Worlds, but for something far more dangerous.

Zaria sat across from him, cleaning her sword, her movements steady and focused. Despite the weight of their conversation the night before, her expression was calm, but Orin knew better. She was always composed on the outside, but she carried burdens as heavily as anyone. Riven, ever the opportunist, was lying on his back, staring up at the sky. His words might be full of humor and sarcasm, but his eyes betrayed his unease.

The camp was quiet save for the crackling of the fire. The forest seemed unnaturally still, almost as if it too was waiting for something. Orin couldn't shake the feeling that time was running out. Vaelor. The very name sent shivers down his spine.

He leaned back against a tree, resting his hand on the hilt of his sword, and glanced toward the horizon. The sun was just beginning to rise, painting the sky with streaks of orange and pink. For a moment, he thought about the journey ahead—what lay beyond the immediate threat of Tenebris. They had learned so much about their enemies, yet so little about themselves. Every step forward seemed to bring them deeper into a maze of uncertainty.

Zaria broke the silence, her voice thoughtful. "We'll need to reach the Archives in the World of Magic soon. If anyone has answers about Vaelor, it'll be there."

Orin nodded, rubbing his chin as he thought about the world she spoke of. "Do you think they'll help us? If this thing is as dangerous as Nyron says, I doubt they'll share anything freely."

"I don't expect them to," Zaria replied, her tone hardening. "But we'll find a way in. We have to. Time is running out, and the more we delay, the stronger Vaelor will become."

"Or Tenebris," Riven chimed in, sitting up. "Don't forget about him. We can't just ignore that guy. He's got an army of shadows, and if Vaelor is as bad as we think, who knows what kind of alliance they might form. We might be facing a war on two fronts."

Orin looked at him, his face serious. "We'll face whatever comes, Riven. Together. But we need to be smart about this. We need information. We can't just charge in blindly."

"Fair enough," Riven muttered. "Just don't forget the importance of a good fight. You know where my strengths lie."

Nyron, who had been standing at the edge of the camp, turned his head slightly. "The Archives of Magic are dangerous. The beings there—" He hesitated before continuing. "They have their own agenda. The risk might outweigh the benefit."

Orin's eyes flicked to Nyron, his expression tight. "What are you suggesting? We just give up? Let Vaelor and Tenebris have their way?"

"I'm not suggesting we give up," Nyron said, his voice carrying a weight Orin hadn't heard before. "But sometimes, fighting fire with fire isn't the best approach. The Archives could give us the answers we need, but they could also give our enemies the same advantage. We need to be prepared for anything."

Zaria stood up, looking determined. "Then we'll take that risk. But we won't go in blind. We need a plan."

Orin stood as well, his eyes narrowing in thought. "I'll gather the others. We'll head for the World of Magic tomorrow. Everyone, prepare yourselves. We don't know what we'll face when we get there."

The next day, the group was on the move. The journey to the World of Magic was treacherous, requiring them to traverse dangerous terrain. The Nexus Blade at Orin's side hummed steadily, like a pulse in the quiet. The road ahead was uncertain, but one thing was clear: the path to the Archives wouldn't be easy.

As they made their way through dense forests and over steep hills, the tension in the air was palpable. Nyron led the way, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, ever watchful. Riven, as usual, was in high spirits despite the grim circumstances, occasionally cracking jokes to lighten the mood, though his humor seemed forced at times.

The group reached a small village by nightfall. The inhabitants, dressed in simple but well-made clothing, greeted them cautiously, their eyes lingering on the strange group of travelers. Orin caught the way their gaze flicked to the Nexus Blade at his side, a mix of fear and reverence in their eyes.

Zaria approached the village elder, a woman with silver-streaked hair and sharp, knowing eyes. She bowed her head respectfully. "We seek passage to the World of Magic. We've been told the Archives hold knowledge we need."

The elder's gaze hardened, and she took a long moment before answering. "The Archives are not for the faint of heart, child. They are a place of great power, but also of great danger. Many have entered, few have returned. If you truly seek to know what lies within, you must be prepared to face the consequences."

Orin stepped forward, his voice calm but firm. "We're prepared. We must go there."

The elder regarded him for a moment before nodding slowly. "Very well. But know this—once you enter the Archives, you will be bound to them. The knowledge within is not easily forgotten. It will shape your destiny, whether you like it or not."

"We understand," Zaria replied. "We don't have a choice."

The elder turned and motioned for them to follow her. "Then come. I will guide you to the portal."

The portal to the World of Magic was a towering stone archway, its surface covered in intricate runes that pulsed with a faint blue light. The air around it hummed with energy, crackling with raw power. As the group approached, Orin could feel the Blade vibrating, as if responding to the portal's presence.

Nyron stood at the front, his expression unreadable. "Once we enter, there's no turning back. The Archives will test us. Be prepared for whatever comes."

Orin nodded, his grip tightening on his sword. "We'll be ready."

As the elder spoke an incantation, the runes on the archway flared brightly, and the portal shimmered open. Without hesitation, Orin stepped forward, followed closely by Zaria, Nyron, and the rest of the group. The moment they passed through, a wave of energy washed over them, and the landscape shifted.

They had arrived in the World of Magic.

The world they entered was unlike any they had seen before. The sky above was a swirling vortex of colors, shifting and changing with every passing second. Towering spires made of crystal and stone rose in the distance, and the air was thick with the scent of ancient power. The ground beneath their feet seemed to pulse with an otherworldly rhythm, as though the very earth itself was alive with magic.

"This place… it feels like we're being watched," Riven muttered, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

Orin's heart raced as he looked around, but he kept his focus. "Stay close. The Archives are somewhere ahead. We need to find them and gather the knowledge we need."

As they moved forward, the atmosphere grew heavier. The air shimmered with faint illusions, as if the landscape itself was trying to deceive them. Every step felt like it was pulling them deeper into the unknown, into a place where the rules of reality no longer applied.

"Welcome to the Archives," a voice suddenly echoed, deep and resonant, as if coming from all directions at once.

The group froze. Orin's grip tightened on his sword, his eyes darting around for the source of the voice.

From the shadows emerged a figure cloaked in a robe of shifting light, its face hidden beneath a hood. The voice continued, its tone both inviting and foreboding. "You seek knowledge, but be warned. Knowledge comes with a price."

Orin stepped forward, his heart pounding. "We're ready. Tell us what we must do."

The figure stepped closer, its presence overwhelming. "You will face trials. Only those who pass will be granted the knowledge you seek. Fail, and you will remain here forever, lost to time."

With that, the figure vanished into the ether, leaving them standing in the vast, swirling landscape of the Archives.

The journey had just begun.