Chapter 1: The Shattered One
The air was thick with the scent of iron and ash as the once-great city of Valedrin lay in ruins. The shattered spires of its ivory towers jutted into the ashen sky, a grim testament to the battle that had raged mere hours ago. Shadows danced across the cracked cobblestones, cast by the flickering embers of what remained of the Grand Temple.
Amid the chaos, a figure stirred beneath a collapsed archway. Cloaked in ragged black, their face was obscured by a hood that did little to hide the faint glow emanating from their eyes—a soft, golden light that pulsed in rhythm with the fractured gemstone embedded in their chest.
Eryndor groaned, pushing debris aside as he struggled to his feet. His memories were fragments, disjointed images of a life that felt more like a dream. He remembered the warlocks descending from the skies, their dark magic ripping through the city's defenses. He remembered standing atop the temple steps, the Nexus Stone clutched in his hands. And then… nothing. Nothing but a blinding light and the sensation of something tearing apart inside him.
Now, the stone—the source of the city's power, the lifeblood of Valedrin—was embedded within him. But it was no longer whole. Cracks spread across its surface like a spiderweb, faint sparks of energy leaking out with each beat of his heart.
"You survived."
The voice, low and rough, startled Eryndor. He turned to see a figure emerging from the shadows—a woman clad in armor scorched and battered from battle. Her silver hair was tied back in a hasty braid, and her emerald eyes gleamed with a mixture of relief and suspicion.
"I wouldn't have bet on it," she continued, stepping closer. "The explosion should have killed everyone within miles."
Eryndor's hand instinctively went to the gemstone in his chest. "What… what happened?" he asked, his voice hoarse.
"You happened," the woman said bitterly. "The Nexus Stone shattered, and with it, the shield that protected Valedrin. The city fell within minutes."
Eryndor staggered back, the weight of her words crashing down on him. "No… I was trying to save it. I—"
"Save it?" she interrupted, her voice rising. "Do you even know what you've done? That stone was keeping the Abyss sealed. Without it—"
A deep, guttural roar echoed through the ruins, cutting her off. The ground trembled beneath their feet as a dark mist began to seep through the cracks in the earth.
"Without it," she finished, drawing her sword, "we're all as good as dead."
Eryndor's eyes widened as the mist coalesced into a towering figure, its form shifting and writhing as if it were made of pure shadow. Glowing red eyes locked onto him, and an otherworldly voice rumbled through the air.
"The Shattered One," it hissed. "You are the key."
Before Eryndor could react, the woman grabbed his arm and yanked him away. "Run!" she shouted.
And so they ran, the shattered city crumbling further behind them as the creature gave chase. Eryndor's thoughts raced, his chest burning with each step. He had failed his people, failed his city. But as the glow of the Nexus Stone pulsed brighter, he realized one thing: if he had the power to destroy, then perhaps he also had the power to restore.
If only he could survive long enough to figure out how.