Aiden stood at the center of the fracture cathedral deep beneath Dunhar. The ancient underground chamber pulsed with unstable energy.
Cracks ran along the crystal walls, and the captured Saint's Tear floated above a makeshift altar of reinforced steel and runes. Engineers shouted orders while mages poured stabilizing spells into the support pillars.
The relic's original power was meant to suppress Golden Womb abilities across the battlefield. Tonight, Aiden would flip that effect.
"Double the anchors on the north fracture line," he barked. "If this thing collapses, we're all buried."
Captain Lira Voss wiped sweat and dust from her face. Her battle armor was torn at the shoulder and thigh from earlier fighting.
Beside her stood Seraphine, the ex-priestess who had defected only days ago. Seraphine's white robes were dirty, but her eyes burned with new purpose.
