The Shattered Fragment

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.

The Assault

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.

Power Unleashed

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.

The Claim

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."

Aftermath

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

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