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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: The Forgotten Hollow — a crater swallowed by time, buried deep beneath the Daggerwind ExpanseTime: Moonless night, where even stars refuse to look down

The Masked Woman stood on the edge of the pit.

Her cloak whipped in the wind, but she didn't move. Before her, carved into the bones of the world, was a chasm pulsing faintly with leylight.

Behind her, her mercenaries stood back, silent. Even the boldest among them dared not cross the threshold.

Alone, she stepped into the crater — down ancient stone carved with sigils too old to read.

Each step buzzed in her blood, rewriting her bones.

"This is where the first fragment was broken," she murmured,"And where the last waits to be whole again."

The Fragment's Core

At the bottom of the Hollow, she found it — embedded in obsidian roots of petrified ley-wood:

A crystal shard pulsing with slow, rhythmic light.

She reached out — her fingertips brushed it.

A scream ripped through her — not from her throat, but from the shard.

A burning city, shattered by unchecked magic.

A face she had forgotten — her own child, reaching out, vanishing in the Crown's first rising.

She had been there.She had helped build the Crown.

The Shattering Realization

She fell to her knees, breath gone.The shard pulsed like a heartbeat against her palm — warm, familiar.

"You weren't chosen," a voice echoed in her mind."You were left behind."

Tears — unwanted, unwelcome — streamed down her face beneath the mask.

"Then I will finish what I helped break."

The crater behind her cracked and trembled as she climbed out, the final fragment in her grasp — and blood on her hands, both literal and remembered.

Her mercenaries stepped back in fear.

She was what the Crown had always hidden:

Blood for the Last Piece