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Chapter 16 - The Forgotten Weapon

Inside the strategy chamber of the Northern Citadel, the atmosphere was suffocatingly tense. The global shipping lines were destroyed, communications across the three states were dark, and the capital was completely under the control of the Void Matriarch.

"The Void Matriarch cannot be killed by normal light," Eleanor said, tracing her finger over a map of the realm. "Her heart is tethered to the primordial abyss beneath the capital."

"Then we strike her heart," Adrian proposed firmly.

"It's not that simple," Julian countered, pulling out old blueprints of the citadel. "To reach the abyss, someone must open the Gate of Tears from inside the capital. And that gate requires the blood of a royal who has touched the Void."

The room went completely silent.

Everyone turned to look at Adrian.

Adrian had worn the corrupted crown. He had let the dark energy flow through his mind and body during his brief reign. He was the only one whose blood could open the gate.

"No," Torren said immediately. "If Adrian goes back into the capital alone, she will turn him back into a puppet!"

"I won't be alone," Adrian said calmly, stepping forward and looking at his brother with unyielding determination. "I will go as a distraction. While I draw her attention and open the gate, Mother, Torren, and Julian will launch a direct strike on her true form."

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"It's a suicide mission, Adrian," Julian whispered.

Adrian smiled gently, touching his brother's shoulder. "It is my redemption."

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