The Twins of Dusk

Location: Eastern Dune Fortress, Tavara

The desert winds howled across the abandoned fortress where few dared to venture. Beneath the surface—hidden by centuries-old enchantments—a chamber glowed faintly with cursed light.

Two figures stood face-to-face, identical in every feature: tall, sharp-eyed, with pale silver hair cascading like moonlight. One wore robes stained with obsidian runes; the other, armor laced with arcane circuits.

"You heard the summons," one said, his voice silky yet venom-laced.

The other nodded. "Dominion Protocol. The Chairwoman wants war."

"She wants extinction. Of a bloodline."

They turned in unison, stepping toward a sigil-lined gate. As their feet moved, the glyphs responded, flaring to life—sensing their awakening.

"We were bred for this," whispered the armored twin. "Born in the hour of Tavara's eclipse."

"And now," said the robed one, "we fulfill our purpose."

As the gate opened, the scent of ash and bone filled the corridor.

The Twins of Dusk—lethal creations of the Citadel's darkest experiments—had been unleashed.

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Location: Damien's Mountain Safehouse

Victor paced the stone floor, a pistol strapped to his side and a dossier open in his hand.

"They activated the Twins?" he said sharply. "That's suicide."

"They're not human," said Raven, sliding her fingers across a glowing tablet. "They were grown in void tanks. A fusion of old-world magic and biological warfare. They obey no one but the Chairwoman."

Damien stood by the window, staring out into the night.

"They're coming for us," he said. "But they won't find sheep."

He turned to Nora, who was pouring over ancient codices.

"The Codex speaks of twins born in darkness who seek to unmake the chosen heir," she said. "They're the final trial before ascension."

"And if I fail?"

Nora looked up, eyes fierce. "You won't."

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Location: Tarmok Plains – Hours Later

Lightning sliced through the skies as the Twins descended from the airship, robes billowing, eyes glowing with unnatural light.

Damien stood on the open field, alone but unshaken.

"You came fast," he said.

The armored twin stepped forward. "Your death is overdue."

"And your masters," Damien replied, "are running out of monsters."

The battle began like thunder erupting from the heavens.

Steel clashed with shadow, and ancient runes flared to life around Damien as he unleashed the ring's dormant power. The very ground trembled beneath their clash—echoes of a battle written in prophecy.

As they fought, Nora watched from the ridge, her hands gripping an orb of silver light.

Behind her, a new group assembled—former allies of the Kane Dynasty, summoned from across continents by a call older than memory.

The final war had begun.