Chapter 7 – The Chains of Fate

A World on the Edge of War

The Astra Empire trembled under the weight of prophecy. In the farthest corners of the kingdom, whispers of rebellion stirred among the common folk, and fear spread like wildfire in the royal court.

At the heart of it all stood one man—Riven Kael, the cursed warrior, the lost prince, the child of the Eclipse.

His past was shrouded in mystery. His future, uncertain. But one thing was clear: his destiny was coming for him, whether he wanted it or not.

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The Captive Prince

The damp, icy walls of the Imperial Dungeon closed in around Riven like the grip of death itself. Chains bound his wrists and ankles, their enchanted metal burning against his skin.

He had fought. He had slaughtered dozens of soldiers, taken down elite knights, and even defeated a royal general in single combat—but in the end, it wasn't enough.

Now, he sat in a prison cell, awaiting his fate.

Across from him, a flickering torch barely illuminated the dark chamber. His golden eyes, dull yet still piercing, stared at the entrance, waiting. Someone would come for him.

They always did.

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A Visitor in the Dark

The heavy iron door groaned as it swung open, revealing a figure draped in a dark hooded cloak. The scent of lavender and steel filled the air.

Riven smirked. "Took you long enough, Lyria."

The woman pulled back her hood, revealing sharp, calculating emerald eyes. Lyria Vale, the deadliest assassin in the empire, stood before him with an unreadable expression.

"You look terrible," she said flatly, stepping closer.

"Well, forgive me for not keeping up appearances," Riven muttered, leaning his head back against the cold wall. "It's been a rough day."

Lyria kneeled beside him, pulling out a small dagger. "Hold still."

With precise movements, she cut through the enchanted chains. The moment they fell away, a wave of power surged through Riven's body. His muscles tensed, his veins pulsed, and the cursed Eclipse Seal over his left eye burned.

He clenched his fists. Freedom.

"We need to move," Lyria whispered. "The Emperor's personal guard will be here soon. If we don't leave now, we won't get another chance."

Riven stood, stretching his sore limbs. "Lead the way, assassin."

Together, they disappeared into the shadows.

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The Emperor's Fury

Inside the golden palace of Astra, the throne room was in chaos. The Emperor's furious voice shook the marble pillars.

"HOW DID HE ESCAPE?!"

The nobles cowered. The guards knelt in fear. Even the generals dared not meet his gaze.

Beside the throne, the Grand Inquisitor, Veydris, remained eerily calm. His crimson robes billowed as he stepped forward, bowing slightly.

"Your Majesty, the prophecy is unfolding," Veydris said smoothly. "Riven Kael is not just a man. He is an omen, a storm that will either break this empire… or reshape it."

The Emperor's grip on his scepter tightened. "Then find him. Hunt him down. And this time, I want his head brought to me."

Veydris smirked. "As you command, my Emperor."

The hunt for Riven Kael had begun anew.

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The Road to Destiny

As Riven and Lyria rode through the dense forest, the weight of his fate pressed down on him.

"What now?" Lyria asked, guiding her horse alongside his.

Riven looked up at the night sky. The Eclipse Moon loomed above them, watching, waiting.

He smirked. "Now? Now, we change the world."

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