Chapter 9 - The True Chosen
The dark bolt hissed through the air, aimed straight at Lyra's heart.
Before the energy could strike, Vorian—who had dragged himself up from the floor, watching Kaelen's frantic, desperate betrayal of everyone around him—saw the sheer malice in the High Priest's eyes. In a sudden, redemptive flash of clarity, Vorian threw himself into the path of the blast, taking the brunt of the dark energy on his shoulder. He collapsed, crying out in pain.
"Vorian!" Lyra gasped, rushing forward.
With Vorian incapacitated, Kaelen lunged toward the main control console, attempting to manually force the Sunstone Core to detonate and wipe out everyone inside.
"Not while I breathe," Lyra declared.
She held out both hands, pressing the Sunstone Heart directly into the receiving dock of the Sunstone Altar. Instead of rejecting her as it had rejected Vorian days before, the altar roared with brilliant, golden life. The machinery harmonized perfectly with her spirit.
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A wave of pure, warm golden light swept across the entire chamber. It washed over Kaelen, stripping away his dark sorcery and freezing him in place as the weight of centuries of corruption collapsed around him. The corrupted violet energy dissolved into harmless sparks.
The Grand Sunstone Temple was flooded with an overwhelming, gentle warmth that radiated outward through the open doors, washing over the entire city outside.
