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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: Highridge Divide — where three leylines cross like bladesTime: Dawn before the eclipse

The wind howled across the cliff's edge. Below, the broken valley rippled with leyfire — currents pulsing faster now, agitated by the Crown's awakening.

The scholar stood at the edge of the ridge, their breath fogging in the cold.

Kael adjusted the straps on his armor, watching the path winding through the gorge below.

"She's moving fast. Half a day, maybe less."

"Then we have less than that to decide how to stop her."

The Allies Arrive

One by one, the allies stepped forward:

The Freebinder Captain, carrying a weapon stitched from ley-thread and steel — humming with unstable power.

The Veilborn exile, her eyes glowing with glyph-light as she finished inscribing the binding sigils on the high stone.

The Sable Mire scout, bow slung across her back, whispering to the land like it might listen one last time.

They had no army.Just wounds, anger, and a threadbare hope.

The scholar unrolled the final page from Thaleon's journal — one sealed by blood and time.

A ley-severing ritual — meant to scatter the fragments across the lines again.A last resort.A reset.

"If we can't stop her before she completes the Crown," the scholar said,"we sever the leyline beneath her."

"No," the scholar whispered. "We mean to unbind the hunger."

The Moment Before

The sky darkened — the eclipse beginning.

Kael touched the scholar's shoulder.

"No," the scholar said, voice trembling."But if we wait for certainty, she wins."

From the ridgeline, the first shape appeared on the far path:

The Masked Woman, cloak torn by wind, the fragments orbiting her like dying suns.

The battle began before words could form.

Arrows. Flame. Glyphfire.Kael leapt into the fray — the scout covering him, the Veilborn already singing the runes to open the ley-split.

The Masked Woman moved through it all like a ghost of war — elegant, devastating.

But so did the leyline beneath their feet — roaring louder, waking.

As the final glyph ignited and the land beneath them cracked, the scholar stepped forward, blood on their hands, eyes wide with light.

"We don't need to destroy her," they said, voice rising through the thunder."We need to make her remember who she was."

The Crown spun behind the Masked Woman — complete now, hovering above her like judgment.

The Convergence