Chapter 17: The Sky Cracks Again
Chapter 17: The Sky Cracks Again The roar of the Vraemorr’s death had barely faded when a new sound split the heavens — a low, keening shriek like reality itself being torn in half. The sky cracked open . From the rift above, tendrils of chaotic light reached downward, painting the battlefield in hues of madness. Thunder cracked not from clouds, but from the sky itself. Time seemed to slow. The stars blinked and shifted in patterns no man could read. “This isn’t over,” whispered Queen Michelle, gripping her warhammer. “The real battle’s only just begun,” said Sarah grimly. 🧙♂️ Wizards Enter the Fray From the north hills, emerging through golden portals of light, came the Order of the Binding Flame — human wizards , old and young, clad in robes embroidered with celestial runes. Their leader, Archwizard Caelorin , descended on a disk of wind. “Sir Salty,” Caelorin said with a nod. “We are late — but not too late.” Behind him, dozens of spellcasters took position,...