Chapter IV: The War

Ifriss had always been a robust kingdom both for its climate and for its people. Its King, Revnoth Kail, was a joint of both parties. Nobody, in all the history of that place, managed to enter the kingdom by force. Some made siege for months and in the end, were overcome by the cold merciless climate and the lack of resources. For years, King Izes sent his armies to deal with Revnoth. Although Revnoth was known to be an authoritarian King, he never wanted to impose his will on other kingdoms. However, invaders weren't allowed, regardless of their motives. Soon, Felius, son of Izes, who played with the Nordic warnings and invaded the lands of Ifriss to have fun fighting against the villages of the Greater Ice, a part further south of the castle, realized, unfortunately, that an army three times bigger than his own, three times better trained, was sent and attacked him regardless of who he was or who his father was.

                King Revnoth sent only two surviving soldiers to the massacre to warn whoever the King of that invading people was, that those lands wouldn't tolerate being invaded. Shortly thereafter, King Izes learned of his son's death. Outraged, he sent an army with orders to kill any Nordics who opposed it. He also demanded the head of the King. For years on end, invasions were repelled. For years, Revnoth had faced Izes, never having seen him in person. The strength of the Redraerkanis kingdom was waning dramatically with each passing year. He was falling apart in campaigns and internally, where aristocrats increasingly saw King Izes as a man who would take Redraerkanis to the ashes. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Drerath took the kingdom for himself with lies, deceits, and promises. Such promises that the nobles saw no other option if they did not accept with pleasure.

                Shortly afterward, about a year, Drerath had advanced his plan so that only the conclusion remained. Izes, then, just King of another time, became a target of offenses and defamation. Humiliated and deprived of his Throne, he was unable to continue his campaign against Ifriss and his revenge lost its last remnant of flame. It had been extinguished as if taken by a strong wind. The wind that came both from the North and his most trusted adviser magician. He fell from grace but swore to his wife and queen that Drerath would pay for such betrayal. King Izes then put his plan into practice. He prepared a spell and launched it at Drerath, who caught him by surprise, struck back. Such a blow hit King Izes fatally and before he died he told Drerath that although he managed to take the kingdom for himself, he would never hear his name being spoken by others. He was doomed to oblivion. Initially, Drerath saw it as an abomination and an affront to his control in power. He was locked up in his quarters for a long time. And time had revealed to him that that curse wasn't a weakness. His shape had become more powerful than it ever was. Most fearful, since he always preferred to make his schemes dirty with the use of fear. He laughed to himself as he realized that he had received more power from a foolish King. Years later, he paid his promises to nobles who were indebted to him for death, persecution, and torture. Each of them, in turn, was paid properly and with extras for their services.

                But it was different now.

                The Unpronounceable, once known as Drerath, had met his defeat. Now he was imprisoned and serving as a guinea pig for ritual teachings. The ritualists and the arazna mutilated, distorted, cut, extracted, altered, and modified him. All in one day. The screams of agony, anger, pain, and indignation continued to echo through the dungeon, once known as the Laboratory of Experiments. In this regard, the doctor himself had become the patient.

                Larren learned fast, Meven noted that proudly. Of all the teachings, only two of them, she didn't fully understand. These were procedures that required practice and advanced studies. Meven convinced her that with a lot of practice and study time, she would master them. When it was about to get dark, the ritual had been done and all the vital energy that the demon could offer was dispensed, thrown at random as if getting rid of a worthless stone in a mud puddle. As Meven had said, Drerath had reached a level of pain so sick and maddening that he ended up asking to be killed. Meven did not grant him that wish and Larren took her revenge at length.

                The dungeons had been searched and many prisoners were given their freedom in exchange for serving a teacher. It wasn't an agreement. It wasn't an opportunity. It was an irrefutable option. The one that would save them. When they were all assembled, the ritualist said to them:

                - We killed Drerath and made him pay for much of his sick crimes. We set you free, and in exchange for your freedom, we demand that you become followers. Not far from here, there's a person named Akhenahi. She, in turn, offers her Followers a unique chance to survive what is to come. Know that! –  Meven lowered his hood and looked at them seriously, in a facial expression that not even Larren had seen on his face. - Make no mistake. She is not an ordinary woman. She'll have no mercy on anyone who stands in her way, nor on those who refuse her offer. I freed you from the dungeons to restart your life. I didn't release you to give you an opportunity for free will. Those who refuse won't be returned to the prisons. They will be killed here and now.

                Again, Larren was surprised. Meven was convinced of his words. It was an attitude that showed no hesitation.

                - Those who wish to live to and for Akhenahi, with unconditional fidelity, kneel.

                Some knelt quickly. Others a little bit slower. There was one, however, who hadn't knelt.

                - I'm not going to follow anyone I don't know. You got me out of that damn prison and you deserve my thanks. I'll pay as best as I can, but I won't kneel.

                Meven drew his sword and walked over to him:

                - You'll pay immediately. There's always someone who doesn't go according to what is imposed. On the other hand, that same person is the perfect person to set an example. You'll help me to demonstrate how serious the situation is.

                - I just wanted peace and freedom! He raised his hands defensively.

                The sword was moved so that death was quick but painful. When the body fell to the floor, the rest understood that there were only two choices: serving without question or certain death. Now they belonged to Akhenahi in every respect. They would be trained and taught to obey.

                Each of the freedmen obtained a bat since all the knights had been killed and burned, the bats would have no other function if not for transportation, but as soon as they finished their usefulness, they would find their end.

                They set things up and headed for Nagstt.

                Meven had completed his mission. His change in attitude towards serving Akhenahi had changed from Protector to Follower. Yes, he chose to serve faithfully. At his side, Larren would serve with equal devotion, without a shadow of a doubt. She would never be arrested like that again, nor tortured, the ritualist promised himself. She was part of the Ancient lineage of the Kiranara Council and Meven was always an unconditional devotee of such a Mage, perhaps the most faithful among the Sect. He won't protect Larren out of self-interest, he'll protect her out of devotion to Her, the Great Magician, once the most powerful one in that world. Larren deserved to be powerful for the lineage to be maintained. For him, it would be an immeasurable honor to have descendants with equal devotion. At some point, he would apologize for sending her. The whole situation was, indirectly, because of him and he had these thoughts for a long time.

                She was flying beside him and when he looked at her for a brief moment, he noticed that she was, in fact, an incredible woman for having endured the whole situation. Thus, the ritualist smiled to himself, and convinced of his feelings, he knew that he loved her.

*****

                Ryarx looked for his master but didn't find her. Something made him think that somehow, there was a problem. That disappearance wasn't normal. She hadn't said she would be gone when she told him about the plans. For something like this to happen there would have to be a very serious reason behind it. He didn't comment on Akhenahi's disappearance to anyone. When the araznas entered the castle to commemorate their victory, he turned away and began his search.

                Rehira saw him move away. With a smile on her face, she entered the castle to celebrate both the victory and the end of that thief.

                Near the bank of the river, on a sand bank, was a woman and her drake. Her arm had been injured and was bleeding. She decided to make a bandage and stayed there long enough to think about what had happened. She got up from the fallen log on which she was sitting and checked to see if the drake was still alive. It woke up on alert as if surrounded by enemies. It looked for its master and when it saw her, it became very excited.

                - Stay quiet. As soon as I finish removing this magical web from your wing, we'll return to Nagstt.

                When she was finished, she stepped aside so it could spread its wings. She checked that both were in normal condition. Satisfied that nothing had happened, she said:

- You deserved to get a name. From now on, you will answer me for Inrsgrahal.

The drake lifted his head and made a deafening sound to commemorate his newest achievement. This same sound attracted the attention of Ryarx, who was nearby in his search for his master. Immediately, he allowed his drake to go towards that sound.

                Akhenahi noticed the drake approaching. Ryarx got off his mount and observed that she was fine, although having survived combat. He was happy, but he didn't dare to ask about her condition, because his master hated questioning. Even though he knew that it was quite difficult to get rid of completely that and he opted for another type of approach. He thought it best to talk about her disappearance:

                - I noticed that you hadn't returned after you lured the horsemen into the forest. As a precaution, I decided to search immediately and without help. These knights were really strong. They managed to hurt you. Until today, I have never seen anyone achieve this.

                - What happened to me was not due to the combat with the Knights. They set me up. So that I would have "an accidental death". As soon as I was flying close to the trees and the waterfall, there was an attack on one of the drake's wings. An attack from the Arazna people.

                When he finished listening, Ryarx's features changed. His face became serious.

                - Unacceptable! Of all the madness they could do, by far, this was the greatest of them.

                - The biggest, certainly. However, it was their last. I saw who was responsible and it couldn't be different. Rehira was opposed to me from the beginning. This won't happen again. I was too generous with all of those people. Simply deciding to have them as my followers made her think that I am nothing but a thief. That's enough. It's time to stop playing this game. They'll either obey or die.

                Ryarx agreed in silence. That was the Akhenahi he admired so much. That was the ritualist he respected. Yes, it was time to finish that little game. It was time to eliminate Rihara, mercilessly.

                As they made their way back, the ritualist explained the plan. This time, Ryarx suggested more ideas than usual. These ideas were very well accepted by Akhenahi. It was already dark and when the ritualists arrived at the castle, Akhenahi saw Meven, Larren, and the others.

                - We eliminate the Unpronounceable. We killed all the knights and set fire to the castle of the Kingdom of Redrearkanis. We brought with us those new followers and, among them, Larren, from the Ancient Lineage of the Kiranara Council. I'll teach them to serve you unquestionably for a lifetime or to die for the sake of your benefits.

                Akhenahi looked at him. As if he expected to receive words of thanks or praise for his success, he was completely wrong. When he completed his mission, he did nothing but save himself. For her, this wasn't even a reason to be mentioned. She got down from her Drake and walked over to Meven. Her gaze stopped on Larren. In a way, she had failed to deliver the message that Meven had sent her. She had been captured. She was marked with bruises, but there was also a powerful aura around her. Certainly, she had become powerful, but not as much as Akhenahi, nor as experienced. When looking at her, Akhenahi said coldly:

                - You failed to deliver the message, although I didn't need it to get here. Luckily for you, I had no problems. So, you failed with Meven and not with me. You, after failing, owe me your life more than anyone else. Don't think that because you are from the Ancient Lineage of the Kiranara Council, you will have any special treatment. No. You won't. Thank Meven for successfully correcting your mistake. – Akhenahi looked at her more closely. – You will improve your skills tirelessly and when I say I want something done well, you will do twice as well. You, more than anyone, should be an example to be followed.

                - Yes. As you wish.

                Her gaze fell on people in tattered clothes, bruised and frightened.

                - In their current state they wouldn't do much for anything. Feed them and teach them to be part of my followers. At the exact time, I want them to prove that they're an addition. Until then, I leave them in your care. If they get in the way or if they try anything, I'll kill them right away. They cherish their lives, but rather they should cherish this warning.

                The conversation had ended. The instructions had been made and Syrh would come with Akhenahi to report what happened at Redraerkanis.

                When Akhenahi appeared through the entrance gate, Rehira held her breath. Akhenahi had noticed.

                "Excellent". She thought, and as she passed by, she gave a brief sneer.

                Ryarx walked past her and faced her. He didn't smile. He didn't express a feeling. He simply turned his face away and moved on. Although he didn't express anything, Rehira felt contempt. She regretted what she did. But it was too late. Repentance would not save her.

                While Syrh bowed briefly, Akhenahi crossed her arms and waited. Ryarx looked directly at the Queen, even though he was already disgusted with such warmth. The Queen, in turn, rises from the throne.

                - Apparently, this was one of the last wars against the Unpronounceable. However, tell us the details.

                While she was speaking, Akhenahi listened carefully. Every detail mattered. Each action or decision would be evaluated later. When Syrh finished, the Queen smiled with such a feat.

- Magnificent! Only three did what several armies failed to do so. - She turned to Akhenahi. - And what your plan did, it was interesting, although some parts were quite obvious. In the end, you solved your part of what you had told me. Now, as I told you, I'll keep up my promise.

                She ordered an arazna magician to approach, when he saw the man, Ryarx was surprised.

                In his hands was the Scroll. The Queen held it very carefully. She went down the stairs towards Akhenahi:

                - Now, as I said, the Scroll is yours, dear human.

                - It never stopped being mine. –  The ritualist answered defiantly. She paused briefly, taking it in her hands. Then she quoted a few arcane words and noticed that it shone in response. Yes, that was the third and last of the Scrolls. She then continued. - There is something I'm going to tell you. This world will soon change. Inevitably, you'll be part of this change. You're an interesting people. You've demonstrated competence and it would be a waste, although not an impediment, that I have to return to you as a sentence.

                The Queen hadn't been surprised. This was nothing new. However, she was prepared to save her people, regardless of the situation:

                - It would not be a novelty if you, who demonstrated prominence in your skills, would come to take from us what little we have left. I would do anything to protect my people, as I had already made clear and prepared myself for it. Let us be straightforward, dear human so that we can resolve this once and for all.

                Akhenahi kept the Scroll on its cover. If it was necessary to fight with these people, she would need both hands.

                - In fact, you made it very clear. Now, it's my turn to make some things even clearer. To begin with, know that I wasn't your pawn at any time, nor did you use my skills to achieve success in your goals. Nobody uses Akhenahi. Then, if it were my will to acquire the Scroll immediately, I wouldn't have even made an alliance of forces with you and your people. On the contrary, I would have taken the Scroll by force and would have killed anyone who got in my way, without mercy. My plans for your people contain a guarantee that under my orders, no one will dare to disturb them again, on the contrary, they'll fear and respect them. Know, Nagstt, that you are either in favor of my orders unconditionally or you'll be against them. If you choose to remain against us, we'll soon be eternal enemies. Never, under any circumstances, do I offer an opportunity for salvation the second time and for those who don't wish to be saved, only despair and the imminent end remain. I can be Salvation. I can be Condemnation. Choose carefully what you are going to say. – Akhenahi drew her sword. - It is in my interest that you are my followers, but if the situation is different because of your decision, you won't have any special treatment and I won't show pity.

                The Arazna people were alarmed, they drew their weapons, ready to fight for their Queen and their Kingdom. Even if she managed to fight it was more than obvious that many, if not all, would die in an attempt to prevent the ritualist from achieving her goals. The Queen thought much further, a long time ago, after she met the ritualist and learned that she didn't play around. There was no need to make a sacrifice. Besides, serving would give them more protection, more chances to stay alive.

                - If serving you is a guarantee that my people will survive any threat, including yourself, then we will gladly serve you. Make no mistake if you think we'll be foolish to do anything that is against our safety. No. We'll definitely be at your side, but above all, we will, when necessary, be on our side and no one else.

                Akhenahi smiled. That would be changed over time. She still hadn't shown her true intention even to Ryarx. At the time, she knew she had won and said:

                - Your insecurity is perfectly justified. I'll take your words as an answer that starting today, you'll be under my leadership and the Queen will answer for her people. You opted for Salvation, then be it. You'll be saved.

                Her gaze fell on Rehira:

                - However, know that any attempted betrayal or scheme against me won't be forgiven, however small that action may be. Know that I don't forgive and those who dare to do such exploits discovered, too late, that their sentence will come. It is as the saying goes: know that the strike will come. It may take time, but it'll always come.

                Rehira felt her heart go cold. The threat became a sentence and Akhenahi turned her gaze to Nagstt:

                - I command that both you and your people offer their lives in eternal and unconditional obedience. I'm the only teacher you need and in time you'll be grateful for that. I'll guarantee improvements in both power and living conditions. Therefore, the need to fear for your safety will be nothing more than an insignificant concern, so there is no need for interference coming directly from me.

                Ryarx saw, astonished, that first the Queen and then her servants knelt and the Queen swore:

                - I, Nagstt, the voice of the Arazna people, swear eternally and unconditionally, although I said that when the time comes, we would think of ourselves rather than of anyone else, I offer you our help and cooperation in exchange for Salvation. If with this Salvation we obtain beneficial improvements, I don't see why not accept it.

                Akhenahi kept her sword:

                - There will be no need to think of yourself since you are part of my Followers. You'll have your Ascension together with me, as an honor for being the first people who became my Follower. This world is about to change because I'll change it according to my will and what I aim for only the chosen ones witnessed.

*****

                Later that night, there was a dinner in honor of Akhenahi. Beside her, Ryarx always tasted something before she ate. When asked why that suspicion was so great, Ryarx replied that precaution was one of the reasons why his teacher was so magnificent and everyone, except for the ritualists, noticed that she was a woman of extraordinary exploits, because she took it under her power, the kingdom, and the Arazna people without shedding a drop of blood.

                Akhenahi went to a place in the castle where she was alone. Since that night, she preferred, whenever possible, to sleep in a remote, or better, isolated place. No one, without exception, for whatever reason, was allowed to enter the space demarcated as their resting place. She made several protective enchantments. She also did many others to serve as an alarm if someone dared to murder her. Her rest was the best she got since leaving his magic tower.

                Ryarx was concerned. Partly because Akhenahi had said she would be alone. Partly because he was keeping an eye on Rehira and that didn't escape Syrh's perception. As she said, moments like a break after dinner were ideal for her to learn more about him. Silently, using his skills, she tried to approach Ryarx, who in no way appeared to leave his back unprotected. He noticed her coming out of the corner of his eye and looked at her:

                - I see that your eyes don't allow Rihara to escape. Your interests in a spider web have changed since the last time we met.

                Ryarx wouldn't give information about what had happened in his master's attempted murder. He chose to say little so that Syhr would get irritated and leave him alone.

                - About what I said when you left with Meven changed in a way. I cannot allow loving relationships to interfere with my judgments. No. I learned that focus is what makes people realize advantages and disadvantages.

                - So, your focus on Rehira is not affectionate? If not out of love, could it be out of fascination ...?

                Ryarx used this to disguise his true intention. He decided to lie:

                - In fact, it's possible that it's fascination. Since my time at the Academy, I have always turned my attention to studies of peoples rather than anything else. It's no wonder that I am fascinated by such reserved people once I have the rare opportunity to observe them in practice.

                She smiled with interest. That human was, in a way, different. He didn't indulge in her charms and he still knew well what happens to the future boyfriends of an arazna. Syrh wanted it even more. It was a game and she had never gambled so much to get what she wanted. Well, she wanted something. And when she wanted him, she would certainly be the last one he would sleep with. The impulse had to be contained. She was also fascinated by his conduct, but both she and Ryarx knew that a toy has its limits until it's broken. Breaking it could be irreparable.

                Ryarx, however, was smart. Smart enough to change the situation in his favor:

                - She can even be fascinating. - Said after taking his eyes off Rehira and face Syrh. - But not as much as you.

                The smile returned to thin lips, now colored slightly pink, according to the mood of its owner:

                - I have to agree. I would like to ask you a few questions, since such a skilled ritualist, who dedicates himself so much to his teacher, cannot answer. I would like you to tell me a little about her.

                - Questions aren't necessary, although curiosity is difficult to deal with. If you want to know something, know the way my master taught me: Observe, deduce, theorize, discover, compare, but never, in any way, have doubts. I have a hard time with it myself, I confess. Sometimes questions come, but I don't say anything, I avoid them at all costs. She never questioned me. She observed my personality, deduced my limits, theorized my ability, discovered my weaknesses, compared my devotion, but she never doubted my loyalty. On the contrary, she let me know in advance that she wouldn't trust me or anyone else, no matter how long it takes. In the meantime, she gave me a cause to dedicate myself to, she became a woman that I'll follow loyally and sincerely, I doubt that there can be another one like her. Here's why watching people carefully. Keep your questions, as I won't answer them. If you want to know something about me, it'll be through the way I just told you.

                Before leaving, he stopped before her, facing her:

                - What I told you was nothing but advice. Now that you are a Follower, understand our methods and adapt. You saw that woman's ability and don't think I'm in love with her. This is your biggest mistake. I don't love her. I serve it and that's how I prefer it.

                When Ryarx left, Syrh felt an entirely different emotion. Just as she was dedicated to her queen, she observed with satisfaction, that this man had a word, that he would die for his convictions. She raised his glass to his lips, marked with a smile:

                - There is no way not to be fascinated by him. It is not "easy". It is a challenge that I am willing to try to win. Sooner or later, we'll know who wins and who surrenders.

                Meven and Larren met again with the others, who informed them that the studies of the arazna in the arcane arts were fascinating. In turn, Meven assumed that he would have to teach each of them how they would act towards Akhenahi. He gathered them in the magic room and said to them:

                - After today we'll change. This is because we'll stop being mere travelers and become followers. You have someone to dedicate your skills to. I'll explain who Akhenahi is and why we'll follow her. First of all, she had won the tournament and by winning it, she obtained the right to be the Sect Leader. She hadn't entered the tournament in search of glory or fame. No. She entered to win and lead. She fought until he faced her last opponent, who was also her younger brother: Galm. Although at that time he was younger, he had become stronger as a matter of magic. Along with this remarkable development of power came disdain. He might have been better off in terms of power, but Akhenahi didn't care. As expected, Galm made his disdain his greatest weakness and his opponent didn't mind killing him for such folly. Both were being tested and only one could make it out of that fight alive. In this way, if Galm won, he would have the approval of the Council, while in turn, the Council would have gotten rid of Akhenahi. Yes, the Council never liked her or any candidate for the leadership of the Sect. They used Kiranara as an excuse, so they hinted that if another woman came to power there would be a worse catastrophe than there was when Kiranara was still alive.

                Meven noticed, though not surprisingly, that Larren and the others hadn't liked the way the Council insulted Kiranara. He continued:

                - But Akhenahi won the fight. It went beyond expectations. She even killed her only brother as proof that she was in that competition to win. However, she received the exile as a reward for her efforts. That day she had lost two things that she cared about. Her brother and the leadership of the entire Sect. Akhenahi liked her brother, but she had an even greater appreciation for her goal. She still has it. Now, I'll explain what happened after the council rejected her nomination. In that Arena, she was against the Council and all those who support it. I still vividly remember when she raised her hand towards the Statue of Kiranara, bathed in sunlight, which touched her fingertips as if Kiranara touched her in a consent that she had been approved, even when others said otherwise. She stayed like that for a while and I think she had thought of a way to get revenge while everyone else was watching that beautiful moment. It seemed that time had stopped. Silence took over the place and we were fascinated to see Akhenahi, Kiranara's resurrection.

                When Meven finished, Larren and the apprentices were impressed by his narrative. He stared at them, one by one until he finished at Larren:

                - And since then, she has honored her goals one part at a time. This, Larren, is the woman from whom you received that threat. She doesn't care if it'll be necessary to destroy half of the world to definitively conquer the other half. It won't stop her and those who don't share her will will die. In honor of Kiranara and, for the sake of the Sect, we have to accompany her with total and unquestionable devotion. Now, you know why we should change. Honor your lineage, your ancient masters, and most of all, honor Kiranara's legacy.

                Larren put her fist over her heart and swore:

                - We'll be faithful followers.

                - No. We will be much more. We'll be her Minions, along with everyone else.

                They had understood through the deacon's words that from that day on they would change forever. Larren and the others would train their arcane skills under Meven's tutelage. There was someone else that Meven would like to participate in. At the right time, he would ask Syhr if she was interested in joining.

                Many days have passed. Akhenahi and Nagstt organized the troops and the chain of command. After that, Akhenahi chose to start her search for the Old Sect City. It was there that she would learn how to use the Three Scrolls. It was there that she would begin her Ascension.

                But suspicious as always, she knew it wouldn't be that simple. The attention of interested parties fell on her since she had the Three Scrolls with her. As always, she made her plans beforehand. He ordered the Arazna people to learn from Ryarx their skills in portals and to prepare. When Ryarx taught everything about portals, the araznas acquired knowledge that interested them. The architects of Nagstt studied this skill and developed an advanced way of doing it without needing a pentagram made in advance. Impressed, Ryarx himself was a student of a familiar and, at the same time, different technique.

                It was fascinating for those who watched how the portal could be opened with a brief conjuration of the pentagram with magical shapes and symbols. Ryarx learned and adapted, made the portal in midair, which for him was impossible before. Before, the strokes needed a solid structure, like the floor. Not anymore. Akhenahi demanded more of the casts and said that the best way to carry a group would be through the portals. Soon, Meven and the archmage created something that made her happy. During all these days, the Arazna people were learning things from the ritualists and teaching them many others. The Queen gladly gave all the knowledge she kept in her Royal Vault. Of all the spells created and developed, the ones that Akhanahi created were by far the best made. Her rituals were more detailed and precise so that when she made a demonstration, those present felt the power that that magic promised, as well as the damage they caused. They feared her. They adored her. They were part of the Saved Ones and, to Nagstt's surprise, she was really happy to have accepted that offer. Now, after months of training and improvement, Akhenahi would start her new plan. That day, the followers contemplated the effect it had:

                - Today. – She spoke to everyone. - We will start the search for the Old City of Kiranara. As I explained to you, this place is of interest to me and I'll leave to find it immediately. Ryarx and Rehira will come with me. The rest stay here and hone your skills for what is to come.

                The ritualist called Inrsgrahal. Then she turned her attention to the Queen:

                - Anyone who doesn't follow the orders I gave can be arrested immediately. Let it rot without food or water, in a deep place without the right to see the light of day again.

                From her, her eyes went to the others kneeling:

                - I have expectations that everything goes perfectly well. – The tattoo and her eyes shone an intense purple under the hood. - In my absence, my orders remained unquestioned. One way or another it'll happen as expected. If not, I'll make it happen the way I hope it'll.

                Rehira embraced the Queen:

                - If I can't get back in case something happens, I wish you and our people a long life. Take care.

                - You too.

                - Let's go. We don't have time for that. - Akhenahi sentenced. - There is a long way to go and I don't like to wait.

*****

                The icy winds from the north blew over Rallevec's mantle. Anywhere else he would feel more at ease. It was different there. There was an energy in that place that weakened his necromancy. Ice was never a designated place for the dead. Through the ice, the dead became easy to break, and regeneration was completely denied. From all the studies on the weaknesses of the dead from afar, Rallevec knew that the magic involving ice would be one of the most complicated to deal with. So, why go to the North? Now, anywhere else, he would not have the necessary support to continue his plans. Could he convince King Revnoth Kail to join that fight? Soon he, a necromancer, asking for help so far from home? Now, it was too late to decide otherwise. He had been in the King's Tower for days explaining what was to come. Kail never had an interest in other lands, because for him the North was always the perfect fortress. There, no one would try to advance against their domains, not with impunity. However, the threat of joining the Three Scrolls plus someone so skilled and knowledgeable about Kiranara's traditions would not fail to draw attention.

                Revnoth was old, but he had warrior blood in his veins. Along with his old age came the experience and the notion of what could or might not be a possible threat. Just as your father had told you about a Great Magician from the past, he has brought with him the knowledge that he'll never judge a magician as a fool or harmless. The information he obtained from the necromancer matched that obtained from his spies in other kingdoms. Revnoth was not a fool. It was only a matter of time before his people were threatened by that ritualist. He rose from his throne and went to the wall outside the castle. Rallevec and his son accompanied him:

                - I fear, necromancer, that my people are under an imminent threat. This woman, Akhenahi, isn't going to stop. See what she did to the arazna people? Allying themselves with them and destroying my long-standing enemy. The Unpronounceable was eliminated along with his kingdom. These Sect people are surprising thanks to Kiranara and her great deeds. My father told me stories about her, although he never saw her. She fascinated him to the point of having to hide her location to obtain peace. Many of those who sought her teachings didn't even find her minions. Such power obtained by such a magician brought a division between the World. Some idolized her, others hated her. In this world, except her, no one has managed to do such a feat or be a world-famous legend. My father sent several mercenaries to find her city. None of them returned. They never returned regardless of the values ​​offered by their services. She had such a legendary charisma that just hearing about her story, the longing to meet her never left us. To this day, I look forward to seeing you. Of course, that is impossible now.

                The necromancer smoothed his beard and chose his words carefully:

                - In a world where Magic exists, nothing is impossible, Your Majesty.

                Wide-eyed Revnoth looked at him:

                - Are you saying that ...

                - Yes, your majesty. If I know where her remains are, I can bring her back to her peak.

                The heavy cup fell from the King's hands and hit the smooth floor:

                - That would be ... In fact, this is just fantastic!

                His gaze changed as if a dreamer observes the path of glory in front of him:

                - With her by my side, I would have the world in my hands. I would have my rightful place in history and everyone would know Revnoth Kail as the King of the World.

                Rallevec knew that although this man was astute, he was more intelligent and would use him as a pawn to acquire the Return of Kiranara for himself. He would be the King of the World.

                - You could take her as your wife. Your descendants would be powerful. Your lineage will be the best known and most important in this world. – However, so that the King would not be suspicious of his true plan, he invented: - For this to happen, I ask only that you help me to avenge myself. If I get my revenge, nothing would give me more pleasure than to see Kiranara by your side, to give you control over everything and everyone.

                - Yes, you had told me about the impending attack on your tower. He also said that Fideran attacked you without mercy and that Kendra, the one who was always on the side of that pacifist people, led the attack. There is no greater insult to a Norseman than pacifism, necromancer. To be more specific, it gets to the point of being an offense. I never liked those touchy people. Your revenge is an excellent way to get rid of them once and for all.

                - Indeed, your majesty. It's a kind of people that isn't needed, but it's a kingdom that contains many natural resources, as well as the ore for the creation of the best weapons. It's a kingdom that has many treasures of which it's used for beauty and not for the forges of war. According to what my son knew about, Akhenahi herself, when she was in front of Saelle she had the opportunity to kill her with her hands, but she didn't do it. I'll explain why she didn't bring her death, according to how I think: Akhenahi is not ready to face a kingdom, no matter how pacifist it may be. After all, as powerful as she may be, she's a human and has her limits like any other, besides that, her resources, according to the information collected, don't have enough gold to buy enough mercenaries for a war. However, she used her intelligence, preferring to retrieve the Scroll without killing Saelle to prove that no one needed to be hurt, as long as she had what was rightfully hers. Whenever I think about her cunning, I immediately remember that she wants much more than the Scrolls or the power they promise. No, your majesty, she wants each people under her control, each kingdom under her orders, each individual aimlessly, her servant, and she won't stop until she has completed her ambitions.

                - Indeed, a growing threat. If she learns what Kiranara left as a legacy, an overwhelming defeat would be inevitable. Therefore, we must put an end to it and resurrect Kiranara.

                After that meeting was over, Rallevec and his son made preparations and headed for Fideran, after Fideran fell, they would head for the location of Kiranara's Old Town. Within a few days, Fideran would be under attack.

*****

                Kendra had finished training Arredius. After undergoing intense interrogations for days, he finally appeared to have adapted to his new life. Finally, Kendra took all the information she could get from his mind and asked the clergy to make him forget his old life. He had been given a new name. Now, Rallevec's last disciple had forgotten his master and the cause for which he was fighting. Now he was called Gleverg, Kendra's adept. Many days had passed and the plans prevented Kendra from going to Nagstt. There was no need to go, as news that the Kingdom of the Unpronounceable had fallen revealed to him that the Arazna had won the battle. The Unpronounceable had been killed by three sent by Akhenahi.

                "Akhenahi". She thought. "She must be stopped while we have enough power to do so."

                She held some meetings and took the liberty of arming an army to go against Akhenahi and her ally, Rallevec. She had been wrong in two ways: First Akhenahi wasn't an ally of Rallevec. According to Rallevec, he wasn't in the same place as Akhenahi, nor did he know her personally.

                Again, Kendra's trial would force her to take the Brotherhood and all the warriors available for war. In the meantime, a Nordic army, under the control of Rallevec, was marching on Fideran. In addition to not knowing about it, there was the question that if she went forward against Nagstt, it would take too long to use a surprise attack. Without knowing it, she decided to go to Fideran, join forces with the people of Saelle and prevent Saelle from being without reinforcement.

                Kendra received the ancient Arcane Magic of Junction. The ceremony lasted for long hours and if the Brotherhood conceived such power, it was precise because of their fear of the impending threats from the Sect and Rallevec. Such magic conceived great powers for her, but none of them were for her use. She received, with equal honor, the Armor of the Ideals, the Sword of the Just, and the Shield of the Balanced. These garments had been adapted for the armor, which was surprisingly light. The armor was black with blue and red carvings, so it would stand out in battle. Kendra had always been a combat mage who specializes in various types of spells. Her mind had been given power beyond his expectations.

                Finishing her preparations, she went with his people to Fideran. It would be safer there, and if needed, she could help with anything at her reach. Gard was not far from Fideran, so when they arrived from the trip they saw, at sunset, the Nordic banners announcing the invasion that would fall on Fideran.

*****

                Akhenahi was slow, but after a long search, she found the path that would lead to the ancient city of Kiranara. And she had to use the sect's secret identification spells in the files left by Zaherderin, Kiranara's Inner Council. Along the way, she noticed a structure with a long arch and it had the following sayings:

                For those who belong to the Sect, devotees to Kiranara in all aspects, enter and be part of the Power.

                Ryarx read and noticed that Akhenahi didn't bother to read. They entered the city and to Ryarx's surprise, it was a well-structured city, albeit with statues plundered by time. The only intact statue Akhenahi bothered to look at was that of Kiranara. It was done so well that it looked like a woman painted and left in the sun to dry. The details were so realistic that they caught the attention of the ritualist. She held up a hand as if making her fingers reach for something. He noticed even more surprised, that his master had a tattoo similar to hers.

                - The sect to which you belong has a fascinating symbolic presence, master.

                Akhenahi looked from the statue to him:

                - In fact. Our presence means power and to me it means everything. I'm not fascinated by the structure in which Kiranara is represented. I am fascinated by her way of obtaining power at any cost and by her way of obtaining everything under control and in total secrecy. As you could see, I didn't get anything in secret. This change, in part, what she was and what I am.

                - Yes, master. However, if I allow myself to say, she didn't obtain something you have: the idealization that power requires control over everything and everyone constantly, in such a way that she didn't obtain immortality, although I think it wasn't for lack of attempts. Without hesitating, you revealed this to me. Of course, you are different from her. You're more. It's the power in constant change, which will rise more and more. I didn't doubt your abilities and I haven't been disappointed in my expectations.

                Akhenahi smiled briefly. A smile different from what Ryrax or Rehira had ever seen on her face. It was an approving smile:

                - Yes, Follower, everything you said is the purest truth. - She looked again at the statue of Kiranara. – Everything she achieved will be mine. She acted in secret and became imposing. I was arrested for being imposing. And rest assured that soon, you'll contemplate the last part of my plan.

                She passed through the arch attentively to the surroundings. Even though the city was abandoned, it wasn't necessarily unprotected. In no way was the Sect careless. Ahead, she found the statues that represented Kiranara's Inner Council, like guardians of the long iron door in the center.

                Eight in total, as a symbolism of Eternals.

                Akhenahi watched them closely. There were four on each side, making a corridor. Their hooded robes hid their stone-carved expressions. They were crouched, their hands touching the base of the structure as if summoning something. Ryarx remained silent. He was too impressed to speak. Such symbolism for him was the most impressive thing that a city can demonstrate. While he was impressed, Akhenahi studied the symbols carved on the door. Rehira who had her hands tied, blindfolded, and gagged, listened carefully. With each step she took, her heart beat faster. She was afraid of what was to come. When she heard Akhenahi's voice, her blood ran cold:

                - The entrance doors are open for those who want to enter. However, the entrance door to the chamber requires sacrifice.

                Rehira had understood why she had been brought.

                When she heard the doors open, the icy wind hit her face and she could have sworn that some spirit had whispered something in another language.

                - Bring her Ryarx and place her on the Altar of Acceptance.

                Rehira struggled as she was dragged. Ryarx trapped her in the chains under the Altar. Akhenahi whispered to her, as soon as she ceased her futile escape efforts:

                - As I told you before, treacherous arazna, the time came for me to take my revenge on your failed attempt to get rid of me. Although you can't see it, I guarantee you'll feel every drop of your blood being offered so that my way to Kiranara's Arcane Tower can be completed.

                Next to the Altar was a structure with a dagger attached by chains. Akhenahi took her in her hands and performed the cuts on Rehira slowly, both to make her suffer and not to die before her time. She demanded that Ryarx paid attention to the procedure. The procedure was silent, except for the murmurs that Rehira made. Her master's notoriously accurate skill made Ryarx understand that each cut had to avoid vital points so that the body would not conflict and stop pumping blood. He saw that the blood was drained through slits cut precisely so that it was carried through the structure to the internal gears of the door. A hissing sound came and a sound of gears rolling began across the Chamber. After the procedure, Rehira was left under the Altar, lifeless. Her death was painful, but Ryarx felt no pity.

                A purple light passed through the symbols, giving them life and the Chamber doors opened silently as if being pulled by an invisible and silent being.

                Akhenahi passed by and later noticed that there was a city below the city, in which it was intact as if time didn't affect anything. The ritualist noted the similarity between this city and the new one. They were so similar that he deduced that the way it had been built had been identical. It was identical enough to look around and noticed that it was the same. This would make their searches easier. He looked at the Tower in the center of the buildings and found out where he was supposed to go.

                Ryarx noticed that further up there was a magic that showed the skies as if that place had been built in the open sky. Fascinated, he watched the stars as if the ceiling were a huge crystal window. However, a more detailed view would have to wait.

                In front of the tower, there were some hooded figures, watching closely who were entering her master's rooms. The leader stepped forward and said:

                - Welcome to the great Arcana Tower, home to Kiranara. My name is Asthergan, Leader of Eight. What brings you here?

                - I'm Akhenahi. I come from the new city of the Sect in search of the forbidden spells.

                - New city? - The specter asked, unable to contain his surprise.

                - Yes. Many of the Sect separated and followed their paths and many of them decided to stay together. Raldrak and the Conclave took a shipment to a city two days far from here. He leads them there.

                The spectrum processed that information:

                - Lead? What about our descendants? Is he part of the lineage of ancient families?

                - If he's it's doubtful. He dissolved the traditional Council and created a new one with people from outside the Sect. Such people are his pillars so that he can maintain power. With them, he acquired resources in exchange for protection.

                The colors of the spectrum's eyes became more intense, in a brilliant purple:

                - He dares to defame years of traditions that are faithful to Master Kiranara? Where is your devotion to her? Unacceptable!

                The whole structure trembled as if in response to his mood:

                - It's no longer through a lineage that the right to lead the Sect is obtained, as Raldrak made a point of changing the tradition. Now, to obtain such a position one must win the championship and he must approve so that if the person is malleable, they will remain. I won the championship, but I won the exile instead of the right to leadership. I was exiled not for failing, but for being a woman that Raldrak believes to be as "flawed" as Kiranara was.

                Through these words the eight specters revealed their ire:

                - Betrayal! - Some said.

                - Break of Devotion! - Others agreed.

                - Unforgiven. - A voice came out different from all the others.

                On the ladder in front of the tower's door stood Kiranara's specter, arms crossed, in an imposing pose. Ryarx noticed the pressure coming from her presence and soon knew that this was the Legendary Archimage. In a gesture of respect, he bowed. Akhenahi, on the other hand, looked at her:

                - Finally. - She said in a defiant tone.

                - I feel the magic of the Scrolls coming from you. - The Archimage spoke nonchalantly.

                - I took them back, one by one.

                Kiranara could feel that there was the presence of the Three:

                - And you're absolutely right to have done so. They belong to the Sect. They belong to us.

                - They belong to me. - She spoke defiantly again.

                Kiranara smiled with such boldness:

                - You can't decipher them if I don't reveal how to do it. You want power, it's a fact. Tell me why?

                - Because I have ambitions and it doesn't matter the means to achieve them, nor how many people it'll be necessary to remove from the path. One way or another I'll succeed.

                - Whatever it takes. - Kiranara spoke proudly.

                - Whatever it takes. - Akhenahi repeated.

                Kiranara descended the stairs imposingly, making the specters kneel as she passed them. When she got close to Akhenahi, she looked back at her:

                - I see you got a tattoo similar to mine. I see, too, that he wasn't shaken by my presence, which is rare. – She uncrossed an arm and indicated Ryarx. - He, on the other hand, knows his place.

                Akhenahi noticed, to her surprise, that Ryarx was on his knees, as were the specters.

                - Gaining power means being the most important presence among everyone wherever you go. Here, in my presence, he noticed how important I am, but it didn't happen the other way around. I'm the most important presence wherever I am.

                Impressed, Akhenahi knew that she was just like the writings in Ancient Grimoires said. She had power, a power that Akhenahi longed for. A presence that didn't allow others to stand out. Akhenahi knew that she had risen like a god:

                - They said you were like a goddess. I doubted it. No one can be a god.

                - I'm not a god. Being a god means nothing to me. I'm an Entity, something bigger and more complex. A presence that doesn't need worship to remain in power. As you can see, I have no need for a physical body, to which the weakness of the flesh is subject to find its bitter and inevitable end. I forged my death so that I could, at last, have peace and spread the Scrolls to give more emphasis to this idea. I ensured that no one outside the Sect could use their power without consulting me first. Inevitably, as I described in several spell books that I left the Sect as a legacy, that the one who wanted the Growing Power, let it come to the Ancient City and consult me ​​, and only in them did I leave the arcane spells that would reveal the entrance. By this line of reasoning, you must have understood that here, and only here, you would find the answers to all your questions.

                - It's correct, except for one thing: I don't question myself. I never needed to ask questions, nor am I going to resort to that. It wasn't the doubt that brought me here. No. I came as proof that I was right in my choices, convinced that I'm the one who will change the World according to my desire, for the glory of the Sect and, above all, for my own.

                Surprised, Kiranara raised an inquisitive eyebrow:

                - Did you go all your way without question and acquired power without a doubt? Did you completely ignore the question of questioning everything and still get answers? Fascinating, I would say.

                Akhenahi smiled:

                - No doubt, not even.

                - However, dominating this World means nothing. It is like dominating a grain of sand in the desert. Many may come to you and try to take it, but having control over it does not mean that you will have it all. This World is just a fragment of something much bigger and more complex.

                She raised her hand and cast a spell. Immediately, several oval-shaped portals appeared:

                - Each of these portals is the real image of a World. Some of them are larger and difficult to enter. Others, however, have little resistance. For years I have studied a way to find a parallel reality, based on the opposite between day and night. I discovered, with many years of studies and theories, that there were other worlds, within the same reality as ours and worlds within realities so complex that the power required to enter is almost impossible to acquire. Almost, however, isn't necessarily a certainty. While these fools dispute this world, I have discovered countless others. I learned a lot about them as a teacher who watches their disciples and assesses them in secret. Do you see why being a god means nothing in the face of an infinite immensity of possibilities?

                All that information was neither a lie nor an illusion. Akhenahi saw through the portals, worlds at war, lonely worlds, worlds with gigantic creatures, and worlds that promised power ready to be collected or taken by force. Ryarx was taken aback by what she had explained and noticed that she had managed to go far beyond her expectations.

                With a hand movement, Kiranara made the portals disappear:

                - I can guarantee you power since you're from the Sect. What I cannot guarantee is whether you'll be able to support it.

                Akhenahi smiled again, but this time with scorn and said ruthlessly:

                - I came in search of power. I came in search of knowledge. I came in search of becoming a goddess, but it's as I said. Being a goddess doesn't mean anything anymore. I cannot be content to dominate a world when so many others can be conquered.

                Kiranara turned and started walking towards the Tower:

                - Come and enter the reality that will make this, nothing more, nothing less, an imperfect and limited thing.

                Thus, in a few years, Akhenahi would learn Growing Power and more. Kiranara didn't mind teaching her what she knew, as the possibilities were endless and she was so advanced that it would be fun to see Akhenahi's progress.

                To be equal with the infinite, first, it is necessary to become eternal.

                And throughout isolation and teachings, Akhenahi didn't accept Kiranara as her teacher, but she learned several things from her, although it wasn't how she would learn to make her experienced enough, the time it takes to understand and practice the teachings. As the name says, the Growing Power is fabulous. However, it's like a fruit that takes some time to mature. Thus, the Archimage taught her how to use the Scrolls. When she finished teaching her, she explained that there were two forms of segments between them. On the one hand, Kiranara would be on an infinitely bigger and more powerful level due to her experience. On the other hand, Akhenahi would be looking for the paths to which she could rise higher and higher and ensured that as sure as the Sun will rise again, she would enter the worlds that only an extremely powerful Archimage can enter. Since then, her main objective, albeit in secret, has been to be better than Kiranara in all aspects. Of course, this could last for years, but within infinite possibilities, nothing is impossible.

                In response to all the knowledge passed on to Akhenahi, Kiranara learned from her way of life and took it upon herself that doubts were irrelevant in the face of intuition and certainty. She had tested several theories to gain countless knowledge. Now, it would be time to live up to what she learned from Akhenahi and that made her feel like she was renewed in her way of reviewing her studies.

                Inside the tower, the weather was different as if years were the same as days. After thirty years of learning and knowledge, it was Akhenahi's turn to be tested:

                - Today we finished all the teachings that I can pass on to you. Now, go and find out for yourself, countless others. Come back more often so we can get together and discuss our findings.

                Akhenahi left with the clothes that represented her new Sect. This new Sect would be faithful to Kiranara, but Akhenahi would be true to itself. The Archimage had not found anyone so interesting in many years. Kiranara and the Council accompanied her to the entrance to the city. The Archimage told him before they left:

                - I am Kiranara of the Initial Rituals. You, however, must be known as the Akhenahi of Eternal Rituals. Find the path and you will see that all paths lead you to believe that nothing is absolute until proven and that no power is indomitable. Come to me one day and prove that you have fulfilled your goals. I'll wait for you at the Arquedrum, the place from which you gave rise to all existences. One way to get there is through many paths. Look for the Vortex of Dimensions. A warning: to enter it, only the most powerful are capable. Then, become the power itself.

                - It won't be long before I have such power if not much more. Keep your eyes on me and notice who you met today and who you will meet when we meet again.

                - The Sect is with you for all purposes ... - Kiranara started ritualistically.

                - ... And I am with it in every way. - Akhenahi completed.

                So, Kiranara touched her face, tracing the traces of the tattoo. Akhenahi didn't like that, but she felt heat on her face as if a hot iron was touching it.

                - I rewrote your tattoo so that I put a very powerful spell on it. Remember: when it releases such a spell, you'll enter a much higher and more complex level. For this to occur the Growing Power must be matured in such a way that you are ready when it comes into contact with your mind and as sure as you are alive, it'll be asleep waiting for that magnificent moment.

                When the drakes, now altered by magic, reached the skies Kiaranara said to the Council:

                - Our duty here is done. We must, without delay, go to the Archedrum. It doesn't matter how long it takes. If Akhenahi reaches us there, then she'll have passed her test and will see that the reality of now is not even the same as that there. Certainly, she'll find some powerful ones. Perhaps Erdhamek is among them. It will be interesting what is to come. This I guarantee you.

                Asthergan agreed:

                - Indeed, Dear supreme among the greatest of all. Really.

                The Old City disappeared as if sent somewhere else. If Akhenahi wanted to see Kiranara again, she would have to acquire enough power to do so, because Kiranara won't be where the weak are and in the Archedrum there are countless magnificent beings.

*****

                The war between Iferiss and Fideran was at its height. During those thirty days, Kendra faced countless enemies and found it very difficult to survive in all the battles she participated in. The Brotherhood contributes far beyond what was expected, but Rallevec prevailed. With each battle that had casualties, he reanimated the dead for his army. His revenge was not the main reason he went to Revnoth Kail and asked for his help. No. He wanted a killing spree so that each fallen body, allied or not, was his to obey his orders. Without realizing it, Revnoth Kail lost great companies from his armies, now, under the control of the necromancer.

                While such a war was going on, Levvic was ordered to check what was happening with Akhenahi's sudden disappearance and the cessation of the sect's actions. Levvic was sent there to meet Qlarf, Galm's master, who kept him under incessant rituals so that his body remained intact. Levvic was then tasked with helping Qlarf to get him out of the Crypt. Adarsac was aware of everything and at the right time, he would report to Akhenahi.

                The necromancer would have to change his plans again. While Fideran suffered severe losses from constant attacks, Akhenahi prepared his followers and trained them for two months. Meven had been surprised that she had acquired knowledge from Kiranara herself. Even more impressive was that she was still "alive" and that in the future he could find her. This made him even more dedicated to the Sect and Akhenahi.

                Meven, Larren, and the others honed their skills, according to Ryarx's teachings. When he appeared together with his master, Syrh noticed the changes on both drakes, as well as Ryarx's. He was more serious than usual. Quiet and even gloomy. He spoke only what was necessary and remained in the company of his master more than any other. His presence has become like a shadow. His words knew what she had learned. He taught her about what arcane power can bring. It brought him an understanding that not even the most powerful in this world was aware of what so many other worlds could offer.

                Understanding beyond the truth.

                They all obtained such a vision and they noticed that Akhenahi had left as a very powerful woman and returned as the embodiment of Power.

                He named them the Srani Sect. This Sect would take from Raldrak all the things he had. Absolutely everything. While the war between Iferiss and Fideran was going on, the Srani Sect was perfecting its powers.

                When, at last, Fideran had fallen, Rallevec took the power from Saelle, carried out a public execution, and made her his Minion. The people of Fideran had fallen from grace. Dead or alive, they would serve the Necromancer without regret.

                In the meantime, Levvic performed the most profane spells of necromancy on Galm and brought him back. Qlarf, then, contacted Erdhamek and made him aware of the events. In response, he decided to prepare the priestess Ysia so that she could meet Akhenahi in an "accident" through a portal. Erdhamek wouldn't be mentioned. Not yet. However, beforehand, Akhenahi learned that nothing came as a blessing, not without a price. He took the bases of judgment that Kiranara explained to him and through her, improved his way of thinking about events both before and after.

                Now Srani decided to make its moves. At the moment, the Necromancer had set it aside, though he was always on guard. Akhenahi did extensive research on him, his son, and found that he had taken over the power of Revnoth Kail and that Iferiss was devoid of the majority of his army. He studied in advance about the battles that took place against the Nordic Kingdom and understood that the climate was favorable and his main reason for being a naturally strict fortress.

                The day had come when Iferiss would receive a visit from the Leader of Srani.

                Akhenahi prepared her followers and instructed them on what they would do. Ryarx would head north with his master. Meven and Larren, plus the Kvalren, a group from which Akhenahi conceived, left to face Rallevec.

                Thus, two groups would act at the same time and thus, Srani would act with more speed and precision.

*****

                Kendra saw the people of Fideran fall along with their traditions. Much to her unhappiness and that of many others, Saelle had been killed and brought back to serve Rallevec. With each battle, the hope of saving people diminished. She fought not only for revenge on behalf of her friend. She fought for the victims and people wronged by the inhuman progress the Necromancer made. Revnoth Kail no longer had a voice among those sent to fight Saelle. Much to his disgrace, his movement made under the influence of the wizard of the dead, resulting in a total loss of his powers. He realized, too late, that as soon as the magician stepped out the door with his warriors, his power would begin to weaken.

                His attempts to receive information about what was happening in Fideran failed miserably. The sent heralds never returned. Isolated in his fortress, he was apart from the world, but by no means forgotten.

                Akhenahi and her Follower flew through the skies. The icy wind touched her face. She hated that climate. However, not even that place would escape her hands. The watchmen of the mountain towers spotted the menacing drakes flying over them. Immediately, two heralds were sent to alert the people of the entire kingdom. The news that envoys from Rallevec were heading towards the castle of Revnoth. Some even said that they were heralds that brought news that Fideran had fallen under the power of Iferiss. For every city that winged mounts flew over, the rumors grew. Some smiled at the knights. Others looked with suspicion. Others, however, did not even bother to try to find out who they were or what they came to do in the North.

                In the distance, close to the mountains, was the castle of Revnoth Kail. The fortress was isolated even from its people. No one was allowed to go and meet the King, whether he was Nordic or not. However, Akhenahi would come to him.

                When the drakes landed on the top of the mountain. Ryarx noticed that she was watching the structure of the castle closely. Her eyes roamed back and forth in a detailed, time-consuming analysis. Nothing escaped. After a while she looked at Ryarx:

                - Don't be fooled. This castle has the tradition that it never managed to be invaded. Don't go through the skies. Follow the road. A traveler without a sledgehammer makes an impression easier to insult than if you reveal that you have a threatening power. They are proud because of their strength in combat, so they are skilled and this should be used to our advantage. Today, that pride will be crushed mercilessly. Go. I'll appear at the right time.

                - Yes, Mrs. Akhenahi.

                Ryarx went down the mountain and followed the road carved in the rocks. He had never been to the north and hated the weather. In front of the road that would lead to the gates, there were two guards with spears and shields that were suggestively heavy.

                One of them stepped forward and his voice came out strong through his helmet:

                - Who goes there?

                - I am Ryarx, Follower of Akhenahi.

                - Akhenahi? The one that rumors say was responsible for destroying The Unpronounceable along with his kingdom?

                - Yes.

                - I'd like to meet her. You don't see such a skilled woman like her every day. They say she is strong in combat. Beside me, she would be even stronger.

                Ryarx smirked:

                - Many who saw her didn't survive.

                - That's what the rumors told me. Do you know her and yet you stay alive, why?

                Ryarx cut off that trivial conversation, going straight to the point:

                - There is no need for explanation, but a demonstration.

                His two hands shone. Then the tattoos on the arms and then the tattoos on the face. The guards took up a combat position.

                Ryarx looked at them:

                - Contemplate!

                The conjuration was done. His two hands touched the road. Suddenly, on both sides, ritualists appeared ready to conjure up more portals. In a few moments, a small amount spread around the castle like wildfire. The guards spotted five, ten, fifteen until more and more appeared. In a short time, the entire castle was surrounded.

                Ryarx mercilessly killed the two guards and went over their corpses as a way of showing respect for the conversation they had.

                The archers positioned themselves on the balustrade and in the face of that unexpected appearance of enemies, their reactions in response to the attack were uncoordinated more out of desperation than lack of discipline. Their arrows didn't hit the targets, because for each circle of ritualists, three of them made a force field and two of them attacked with magic. Ritualists of the Azorean people ran skillfully across the battlefield and scaled the walls with their skills.

                From the top of the mountain, Akhenahi watched the attack. Arcane magic had risen to an even more fascinating level. The moment of distraction had reached its peak. It was just a simple show of power.

                - Now, Revnoth Kail, the time has come for us to meet.

                With an order, Inrsgrahal spread his wings and took to the skies. He longed for victims. His new form craved vital energy. In his eyes, Iferiss had become a venue for a splendid banquet. In Akhenahi's eyes, Iferiss had become an insult to her greatness. And no one who insults Akhenahi lives to boast.

                Within a few minutes, the central entrance to the castle was burning under chaos and the merciless invasion. Their warriors were agile in combat, but ritualists didn't give them hand-to-hand combat. No. They overwhelmed them with spells so that they destroyed both their armor and their flesh. The Arazna people didn't give them a fair fight, opting only for silent and dark murder. Many of the squads died quickly and in those hours the number of warriors that Rallevec took, made all the difference.

                In a few hours, force has proven to be less and less useful to repel invaders. Archers, for using their skills at a distance, were persecuted mercilessly and were the ones who suffered the most horrendous deaths.

                Revnoth saw his kingdom burn in chaos. Without a warning. Without preparing for the worst, convinced that his natural fortress would keep him protected, that his army of warriors of the highest reputation would never kneel to any army. He saw, to his surprise and despair, that the ritualists didn't forgive anyone whether he was a fighter at the height or not.

                Their dirty, dishonorable, and disgusting strategies took away the glory of death in combat, which for the Nordics was an unparalleled offense. Revnoth Kail saw it as blasphemy and cursed Akhenahi's name. Akhanahi, however, saw it as a means of conquering regardless of the consequences.

                He put on his armor, took his ax, and waited for the ritualists to come to him. He wouldn't fall without a fight and he wouldn't give himself up. When he looked up, towards the heavens he found his first enemy.

                - Come on, sneaky ritualist. Come and face me in a fair fight.

                Before Inrsgrahal reached the balustrade, the ritualist jumped through it and conjured a spell that she hurled against Revnoth, who, upon receiving the blow, was thrown against the throne. The thud caused the armor to break the throne.

                Akhenahi looked around, checking the place and if there were any possible pitfalls. She noticed that, though not surprisingly, nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. Revnoth gets up and spat blood on the floor:

                - Indeed, you're an amazing woman. Let's duel.

                Akhenahi looked at him:

                - I didn't come to duel. I came to win.

                The king's smile showed her blood-red teeth:

                - Your dirty tricks won't save you from my ax.

                Akhenahi raised her hand and Inrsgrahal knew that it was an order to attack. He puffed out his chest and released a breath of purple flames. She looked at him again:

                - A blow that doesn't hit the target is as if it wasn't delivered.

                Revnoth was tremendously offended:

                - I'm Revnoth Kail, The Nordic Ax, son of Draskar, The Imposing!

                - And I'm the one who will end your life and eradicate your traditions.

                The fight started in the great hall. Akhenahi dodged the blows and ignored what that king said about his traditions, honorable fights, and glorious death in combat. The drake threw his flames on one side, the ritualist unleashed her spells on the other. Merciless blows, one after the other, until the king ran out of breath. His body was badly injured and his attempts to strike were counteracted by the blows on both sides. If he charged Akhenahi, Inrsgrahal would slap his back. If he tried to attack the dragon, Akhenahi used spells that prevented him from attacking. Blood ran through various parts of the armor and dripped onto the floor. Leaning on his ax, he said:

                - You, ritualist, don't deserve to boast about your achievements. No way! You're treacherous and you'll never know the honor of achieving something with your efforts and in a fair way. Only then, even if you have the world in your hands, you won't be notorious in your life or a conqueror of glorious names.

                Akhenahi put the sword away:

                - Your mistake, Revnoth. It doesn't matter the price of an achievement or how low it had to be to get it. I don't give a damn about justice or honor. I don't care about the losers and I don't forgive anyone who stands in my way. Whoever wins is the one who has the right to do whatever they want.

                With an order, Inrsgrahal took the vitality from the king and cremated his remains.

                Akhenahi left the castle and was received by her followers. The Norse who were in the castle had been annihilated and, in front of the heaps of pyre, their followers knelt in respect and admiration. Ryarx spoke for everyone:

                - I witnessed, once again, your ability to win and, although I am surprised by your decisions to have invaded such a kingdom, there was never any doubt that you would conquer such a castle. We glorify you, Dear Akhenahi of Eternal Rituals.

                The others raised their voices in unison:

                - Today and forever.

                Thus, in a few hours, the legendary fortress had collapsed. There was only one name that was more important than all the others. Akhenahi. Now also known as The Conqueror of the World. For her, however, such a quote was just a simple compliment and the Sect would certainly know of her prowess. All the better, as her return, wouldn't be delayed. Her revenge will be relentless.

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