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Chapter 15 - The Siege of Veyne Citadel

Joining hands over Torren's heart, the three brothers recited the ancient pledge of House Veyne.

A blinding blinding wave of crimson and gold light burst outward from their hands. The poison in Torren’s veins burned away instantly, replaced by raw, pulsing divine energy. The sudden release of power blew back the traitorous lords and created a forcefield around the royal family.

"Impossibility..." the Void Matriarch snarled, stepping back as the golden light scorched her shadow-skin. "Mortal bonds cannot overcome the Void!"

"They are not just mortals," Eleanor said, rising into the air with her staff blazed bright as the sun. "They are my sons!"

Eleanor slammed her staff down, casting a massive teleportation spell that engulfed the entire palace. In a flash of blinding light, the royal family, their loyal guards, and the remaining innocent courtiers vanished from the grand hall, leaving behind only empty marble.

They rematerialized miles away at the Northern Citadel—a massive fortress carved into the frozen sea mountains of the Veyne ancestral border.

The citadel was cold, ancient, and heavily fortified. But as Adrian looked out from the battlements, his heart sank.

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The crimson fog was already rolling over the mountains. Millions of shadow-beasts were converging on their final stronghold.

"We have hours before the gates fall," Torren said, wrapping a tight bandage around his waist. "We need a plan."

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