SW NOVELS
Chapter 69
The sky turned an ominous shade of crimson as Lyra emerged from the sacred grove. She felt the shift in the air, a palpable tension that made her skin prickle. Something was terribly wrong.
Captain Aelindra rushed to meet her, the normally stoic elf’s face etched with concern. “Lyra, thank the ancestors you’ve returned. We must hurry to the Council chambers immediately.”
As they raced through the winding paths of Elyndria, Lyra noticed the growing unrest among the elven population. Whispers of fear and confusion filled the air, and even the ancient trees seemed to tremble with foreboding.
They burst into the Council chambers to find the Elders in a state of barely controlled panic. The central figure, whom Lyra now knew as Elder Sylindra, turned to her with a mixture of relief and dread.
“Champion, you have returned at a most dire hour,” Sylindra said, her voice grave. “The darkness we feared has begun its assault, not just here, but across all of Aether.”This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.
Lyra’s heart raced as she processed the implications. “Tell me everything.”
Over the next few minutes, the Elders painted a grim picture. Reports were flooding in from all corners of the realm – earthquakes shaking mountain ranges, tidal waves crashing into coastal cities, and unnatural storms brewing over plains and forests alike. But beyond these natural disasters, there were whispers of something far more sinister.
“Dark portals have begun opening in major cities and strategic locations,” Elder Thaelar, the Council’s military advisor, explained. “Hordes of shadowy creatures pour forth, laying waste to everything in their path. Our scouts report similar events occurring in human kingdoms, dwarven strongholds, and even the most remote regions.”
Lyra’s mind raced, trying to formulate a plan. “We need to coordinate our defenses, reach out to our allies. Has there been any word from the human lands? From Fenris and the werewolf packs?”
A flicker of sorrow passed over Elder Sylindra’s face. “I’m afraid communication has been severely disrupted. Many of our long-range scrying devices have gone dark. We’re effectively blind to what’s happening beyond our borders.”
The weight of responsibility settled heavily on Lyra’s shoulders. She had passed the Trial of the Ancients, proven herself worthy of leading this fight. Now, that resolve would be put to the ultimate test.
“We can’t afford to wait,” Lyra declared, her voice steady despite the fear churning in her gut. “We need to mobilize every able-bodied warrior, every mage capable of combat. And we need to find a way to reestablish contact with our allies.”
The Elders nodded in agreement, a spark of hope kindling in their ancient eyes. They began issuing orders, setting Elyndria’s formidable war machine into motion.
As the Council chambers emptied, Captain Aelindra approached Lyra. “What would you have me do, Champion?”
Lyra considered for a moment. “Gather your best scouts and rangers. We need eyes and ears beyond our borders. And…” she hesitated, knowing the danger of what she was about to ask, “I need a small team to accompany me. We’re going to attempt to reach the human kingdom of Aldoria. If we can link up with their forces, we might stand a chance of turning the tide.”
Aelindra’s eyes widened slightly, but she nodded without hesitation. “It will be done. I’ll hand-pick the team myself.”
As the captain hurried off to make preparations, Lyra allowed herself a moment of quiet reflection. The apocalyptic event they had feared for so long was finally upon them. All her training, all the trials she had faced, had led to this moment. She only hoped it would be enough.
A commotion outside drew Lyra’s attention. She rushed to the nearest window, gasping at the sight that greeted her. A massive tear had opened in the sky above Elyndria, pulsing with malevolent energy. As she watched, shadowy forms began to pour forth, their unearthly shrieks sending chills down her spine.
“It’s starting,” she whispered, her hands clenching into fists at her sides.
Without wasting another moment, Lyra sprinted from the Council chambers, racing through the increasingly chaotic streets of Elyndria. Elven warriors were mobilizing, their silver armor gleaming in the blood-red light of the unnatural sky. Mages hurried to defensive positions, weaving protective spells and preparing for battle.
Lyra found Aelindra and her chosen team at the city’s eastern gate. The captain had assembled a group of five elite warriors, each bearing the distinctive marks of the Silverleaf Guard.
“We’re ready when you are, Champion,” Aelindra reported, her voice steady despite the chaos erupting around them.
Lyra nodded, taking a deep breath to center herself. “Let’s move out. Every moment we delay, more lives are lost.”
As they passed through the gate, Lyra cast one last look back at Elyndria. The beautiful elven capital was now a city under siege, its graceful spires overshadowed by the tear in reality above. She silently vowed to return, to see this sanctuary of ancient wisdom restored to its former glory.