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"You think giving up here honors your people, Zayn?" Jai asked, his voice firm. "Your anger is justified, but walking away leaves the entire burden on your wounded father and the rest of us."
Zayn turned, his eyes still burning with resentment toward King Borin. "My father mocked me, Arthur! He cares only for his duty, not his sons. Zeron is not just a threat; he is a monster, and he's my responsibility."
"Then face your responsibility!" Jai countered, stepping closer. "Zeron made the threat personal: He wants you to witness the destruction. If we kill him now, we save your kingdom and we save you from having to fight him later in front of the ruins of your people. We fight together. That is the only way."
The weight of the argument crushed Zayn's defiance. He lowered his staff, finally nodding. The brothers' pact was reaffirmed.
The requested artifacts arrived hours later: the Tier 7 Tide WeaverTier 8 Tornado Breaker
Jai immediately began the arduous process of refining the Tide WeaverSword Law
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Then jai saw minister Brokk and he asks brokk :"You didn't leave Mr. Brokk" Then he replied :"Yes I understood that you are going to do something so i waited here to help your revenge".
The four combatants—Jai, James, Zayn, and Minister Brokk
The hum of the ship's ventilation was the only sound in the tense briefing room. James stood before the rest of the crew, his posture straight, the shadows playing across his grim face. In his hand, he held not a weapon, but a device of polished black obsidian, no larger than a child's palm.
"I took a risk," James announced, his voice low and gravelly, holding the attention of everyone present. "During the fight on Linstonartifact
He placed the black stone on a small, hovering holographic projector. With a flick of his wrist, the projector sprang to life, displaying a swirling, three-dimensional map of the surrounding star system, riddled with lines of flight paths and orbital data.
Then, a single, insistent point of red light
"That," James said, tapping the red dot with a forefinger, "is our target. The artifact will pinpoint their exact location, no matter how deep they hide." He looked up, his gaze sweeping over his comrades, sharing the rare, fragile moment of triumph. "We can track them, and we can finally hit them where it hurts."
A stunned silence gave way to an explosion of excited chatter. Through the noise, Jai's voice, sharp and laced with suspicion, cut through.
"Hey, Clement," Jai questioned, leaning forward, his eyes narrowed as he examined the dark artifact. "Where did you get this? This kind of tech is restricted. It looks... ancient."
James picked up the stone, turning it over in his hand, a small, guarded smile playing on his lips.
"Our mother gave it to me," he replied, his tone suddenly softer, almost nostalgic. "Said I should have something to look out for myself, back when I... left alone."
Jai watched him carefully. He watched the way James's eyes didn't quite meet his, the slight stiffness in his shoulders, the overly practiced casualness of his hands. Jai knew the true story of James's departure from his family home—it had been a planned extraction, not a wandering runaway.
The phrase hung in the air, too neat, too perfectly innocent.
A realization, cold and certain, dawned on Jai. The artifact wasn't a sentimental gift for an adult son venturing out on his own. It was a sophisticated, high-end tracking beacon. The sort of thing protective, powerful parents would give a wayward, but important, heir.
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James hadn't been gifted a memento. He had been equipped
Jai understood then. The 'mother's parting gift' story was a thin shield, spun to cover the fact that his parents—both noble figures in human kingdom—had engineered a way to track him
A wry smirk touched Jai’s lips. James Clement, always playing the lone wolf, but forever tethered by the threads of his family's high-tech concern. The story was a lie, and yet, the artifact was real. And it was their best chance.
"Right," Jai murmured, giving a curt nod, his gaze locking back onto the crimson flicker on the screen. "Well, bless her heart, Clement. Looks like our mom just saved us all a lot of trouble."
"The intelligence is clear," James stated, pointing to a map of the Dwarf Kingdom. "Zeron's advance unit, which includes the Tier 5 Masters he's recruiting, is moving through the Southern Marshes
Zayn, his resolve returning, added: "The marshes are full of Tier 7 swamp creatures, too. We use the creatures as cover. BrokkVoid Magic
"Our mission is simple," Jai finalized. "Assassinate Zeron.
The four heroes entered the Southern Marshes
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"The intelligence was accurate," Brokk whispered, pointing to a half-submerged rock. "Tier 9 Dark energy residue. Zeron's unit passed here less than an hour ago. They are moving fast."
James used his Air Magic
As anticipated, the heavy footsteps alerted the marsh dwellers. Three massive, bile-green Tier 7 Sludge Beasts
"Ignore the beasts!" Zayn commanded. "They're just noise. Keep moving toward the center!"
However, the noise wasn't just organic. Brokk’s hand shot out. "Void Barrier!Dark-aligned shadow bolts
"Ambush!" James roared.
A group of twenty Tier 9 Shadow Assassins
"Jai, James! Clear the flanks! Brokk, with me!" Zayn commanded.
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Zayn and Brokk surged forward through the devastation. They reached a small, slightly elevated clearing where the air was unnaturally still. Standing there, inspecting a map, was Zeron
Zeron looked up, his face devoid of surprise, his blue eyes locking directly onto his younger brother, Zayn.
"I knew you'd come, little brother," Zeron said, his voice calm and chilling. "I left the perfect trail for you."
Zayn, seeing the brother he mourned now leading the Shadow Ledger forces, felt the burning knot of anger and grief tighten in his chest. "You are an abomination, Zeron! You are a mockery of the Dwarf Crown!"
"I am the Crown," Zeron corrected, lifting his hand. Even at Tier 3, his power flowed with an impossible grace. "And I am here to end your pathetic reign."
He didn't need to fight. He simply unleashed his passive spiritual pressure
"Brokk, now!
Brokk slammed his staff down, channeling the deepest parts of his Tier 6 core. "Tier 6 Void Containment!Zeron and his two lieutenants
Zeron merely smiled, entirely unmoved by the Tier 6 containment bubble. "Too late, Minister."
The moment the Void bubble sealed, Zeron channeled his energy. The bubble did not break or fail; it was instantly compressedflung
The entire group of heroes stared, realization dawning: Zeron wasn't just strong; his power defied known elemental laws.
The assassination attempt has failed, and the heroes are now trapped with a Tier 3 enemy who can casually manipulate Tier 6 spells.
