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Chapter 17 - The Clash of Fates

Captain Darius and the royal guards formed an unbreakable wall of steel around the carriage, parading blows and driving back the first wave of attacking mercenaries. But the enemy was numerous, driven by fanatical desperation.

From the high ridge above, High Inquisitor Malakor emerged through the fog, his black robes billowing in the sudden gust of wind. He raised a heavy staff tipped with a pulsating, crackling suppression stone.

"Fools!" Malakor shouted down into the canyon, his voice amplified by dark resonance. "You cannot fight the law of the Council! Surrender the boy, and the princess may live out her days in quiet peace!"

"I am done living in a cage!" Evelyne shouted back, her voice echoing off the stone walls with absolute authority.

Malakor slammed his staff against the rocky ledge. A bolt of blinding blue suppression energy hissed through the air, shooting directly toward Rowan and Evelyne.

Rowan didn't flinch. He stepped in front of the princess, raising his free hand. Instead of dodging, he absorbed the incoming wave of hostile energy directly into his palm. The blue light flared violently, illuminating the dark canyon in a blinding flash—and then, with a sharp crack, Rowan absorbed the entire charge, neutralizing it completely.

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Malakor’s eyes widened in sheer disbelief. "Impossible... no human can channel raw suppression energy without burning out!"

"I told you," Rowan said, his voice cold and steady as he looked up at the Inquisitor. "I am not just a man. I am the balance."

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