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Chapter 8 - The Siege of Sunspire

Under the cover of a moonless night, the rebellion struck.

Jax and the street children slipped through the drainage grates, unbolting the massive outer city gates from the inside. Commander Kael led a force of hundreds of loyalist soldiers and common citizens pouring into the lower courtyard.

Alarm bells blared throughout the capital. Malakor stood atop the palace battlements, his eyes black with forbidden shadow magic. "Foolish pests!" he screamed, waving a dark staff.

Swarms of shadowy, monstrous wraiths erupted from the castle courtyard, charging toward the rebel forces. The common soldiers wavered in terror as the dark creatures loomed over them.

"Do not fear!" a voice rang out.

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Eli stepped to the front of the rebel line. He held no sword or shield—only the small glowing blue stone he had kept from the treasury lock. He slammed the stone onto the cobblestone floor.

A wave of blinding, purificatory golden light rippled outward, dissolving the shadow wraiths into harmless sparkling mist on contact. The citizens cheered, their courage renewed, as they surged forward and overwhelmed Malakor’s mercenaries.

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