Chapter 12: The Price of Power

Kael awoke in the Celestial Nexus, his body aching and his mind clouded. The ritual had taken a toll on him, and the artifact's energy still pulsed within him, a constant reminder of the power he now wielded. Lyra and Aegis were by his side, their expressions a mix of relief and concern.

"How do you feel?" Lyra asked, her voice soft but probing.

Kael sat up slowly, his muscles protesting every movement. "Like I've been torn apart and put back together. But... I think I'm okay."

Eryndor appeared, his form shimmering with an ethereal light. "**The ritual was a success, but the artifact's power has changed you. You are no longer just a mortal, Kael Ardent. You are something more.**"

Kael frowned, his mind racing. "What does that mean?"

Eryndor's gaze was solemn. "**It means you are now bound to the artifact in ways you cannot yet understand. Its power will continue to grow within you, and with it, the burden of responsibility.**"

Lyra placed a hand on Kael's shoulder. "We'll figure this out together. You're not alone."

Aegis's mechanical voice rumbled in agreement. "**We are your allies, Kael. Whatever comes next, we will face it as one.**"

Kael nodded, gratitude swelling in his chest. But as he looked down at his hands, he noticed a faint glow emanating from his skin—a sign of the artifact's influence. The power was intoxicating, but it also filled him with a sense of unease.

The Council of Realms approached, their expressions a mix of awe and caution. "**You have done what many thought impossible,**" the Council leader said. "**But the multiverse is still fragile. We must remain vigilant.**"

Kael rose to his feet, his resolve hardening. "What's our next move?"

Eryndor stepped forward. "**We must seek the **Eternal Forge**, a place where the fabric of reality can be reforged. It is there that we can ensure the multiverse's long-term stability.**"