Chapter 7 - A Kingdom Divided
Armed with copies of the ancient codex recovered from the secret archive, Lyra’s hidden allies—led by a clandestine network of lower priests and common laborers inspired by her resilience—began disseminating the truth across the city.
Leaflets detailing the historical distortion spread like wildfire through the taverns, workshops, and farming communities outside the temple walls.
Within forty-eight hours, the city was split into two violent factions. The urban elite, merchants profiting from the temple's favor, and traditional guards remained fiercely loyal to High Priest Kaelen, terrified of losing their status. Meanwhile, the vast majority of ordinary citizens, suffering under years of manufactured scarcity, rallied behind the name of the true chosen acolyte.
Tension filled the streets. Barricades went up around the temple plaza.
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Vorian paced the high war room, watching the growing crowds of protestors chanting outside the gates. Panic flickered in his eyes for the first time. "Kaelen, the people are rebelling! They are calling us usurpers!"
Kaelen’s face twisted into a mask of pure fury. "Let them riot. When the Solar Conclave commences tonight, I will drain the core directly into the grand spire, weaponize the light, and crush this rebellion once and for all. Prepare your armor, Vorian. Tonight, we purge the unbelievers."
