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In the gritty streets of Kallzara, a small wayside town where light barely touches the alleys, Revan Sorna survives by his wits—and by magic long forbidden. With the help of a shadowy tome found in forgotten ruins beneath the city, Revan can summon shadows to deceive and distract, but such power comes with a price: shadows cannot be created from nothing, and his own is lazy and stubborn, testing his patience at every turn.

Revan’s partner in crime, Cassie, is a clever con artist with a talent for ice magic and a convincing lost-girl act. Together, they make a perfect team, surviving by picking pockets, pulling cons, and running from those who would see their kind dead or worse.

Tonight’s target is an easy mark: a drunken sailor leaving The Golden Pig tavern. But when Revan’s swift theft is interrupted by a brutal punch, the simple job spirals into something far more dangerous—and far more personal.

As dark secrets from the ruins threaten to surface and enemies close in, Revan and Cassie must rely on their skills, their magic, and each other to survive. But in a town where shadow magic is heresy and trust is a currency rarer than gold, survival might just mean losing everything.

Where Shadows Walk

Location: Vault of Knives, Iskarra — Hidden ChamberTime: Just after midnight, beneath the city's pulse

The keeper stepped from the shadows, the glint of silver edging their dark robes catching the flicker of the blue archive flames. Their face was partly obscured by a hood, but the sharpness in their eyes was unmistakable.

This was Councilor Maelor — one of the five masters, and among the most enigmatic.

A Quiet Confession

They spoke low, almost to themselves:

"The Accord is a broken circle. A promise frayed at the edges."

The scholar, still clutching the glowing journals, watched carefully.

"There are those among us who would see the Crown reforged. Not to protect the world, but to reshape it."

"Power like that corrupts even the purest intent. It breeds betrayal... and war."

"The Circle that forged the Crown shattered centuries ago.And the Accord? It carries the same wounds.Some masters seek control. Others seek peace.And both will spill blood to achieve it."

Maelor's gaze flicked to the journals.

"You've stirred the hornet's nest.Some will want to silence you.Others will want to use you."

"You should choose your allies carefully.Because the enemy is not only beyond these walls…It lives within."

They stepped closer, lowering their voice:

"The traitor's shadow lingers in the highest ranks.And soon, the Accord itself may fracture beyond repair."

Maelor's hood slipped back, revealing a thin scar tracing from temple to jawline.

"Knowledge is power.But power demands sacrifice.Are you prepared for the cost?"

The scholar met the gaze without flinching.

The Fractured Accord