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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: Ruins of the Ashen Bastion — a crumbling fortress on the edge of the Sable MireTime: Twilight, skies bleeding red

The wind whipped ash and dust across broken battlements.

The masked woman moved like a shadow made flesh—silent, unstoppable.

Before her, the fragment hovered—a shard of the Hollow Crown, glowing with raw, unstable power.

Guardians of the Bastion, a fierce band of Accord loyalists, surged forward, weapons drawn.

But the masked woman was a tempest—arcane flames dancing from her fingertips, her blade singing with cold fury.

Each step she took cracked the earth beneath her.

With a scream, she unleashed a wave of dark magic, shattering the frontline and tearing through the defenders' ranks.

The fragment pulsed, responding to her touch, resonating with hunger.

She grasped the fragment—chains of energy binding it to her will.

The air thickened, leyline currents twisting violently around her.

Her eyes flashed beneath the mask, fierce and unyielding.

"The Crown will rise through me," she whispered."And this world will be remade."

Behind her, the ruins smoldered, the last defenders fallen.

But far away, the leyline trembled—an ominous herald of the power she now wielded.

The Shattered Fragment