The chamber settled into exhausted silence. Dust motes drifted through snted rune-light. Haldrix pushed himself upright, his prosthetic arm hanging loose at his side, every rune dark and cold against the brass pting.

  His amber eyes fixed on the throne, mechanical and immense, levers and conduits clustered across its surface. Forty years of searching. The Founders' command seat waited at st. His boots scraped against the floor as he moved forward, one step, then another, brass fingers twitching with schorly hunger.

  Thorfin groaned; his thick fingers pressed against his ribs to test for breaks. Rugnir hauled the Shield Master to his feet and shoved the massive shield into his waiting grip. Rook limped across the chamber toward Nylessa with Alph. Morna knelt over the fallen Centurion; her fingers traced the wreckage for humming conduits or hidden failsafes.

  No one noticed the shadow detach itself from the far corridor. No one saw it surge toward Haldrix's exposed back.

  The silhouette glided across the brass floor, a blur of predatory speed. It closed the distance to Haldrix in a heartbeat. The runesmith remained oblivious, his gaze locked on the throne.

  Thorfin reacted on instinct. He roared, triggering Vanguard's Pact. A fsh of dispced air erupted. Thorfin instantly switched pces with Haldrix, intercepting the strike meant for the elder. The dwarf braced behind his massive shield, but the assaint's impact hit with the force of a falling star.

  Metal shrieked. The shield buckled. A sharp crack echoed through the vaulted chamber as the impact shattered the bones of Thorfin’s shield arm. The dwarf flew backward; his breath hitched in a strangled gasp as he smmed into the wall. The shield cttered away; it spun across the stone and struck a pilr. Thorfin y motionless; his arm twisted at a sickening angle.

  The lizardfolk skidded, cws gouging brass furrows into the floor. He stood tall, dark green scales shimmering under the dying rune-light. Rook shoved Nylessa back, his bde trembling.

  "Tarian," Rook rasped, his voice a broken serration.

  Tarian’s lips peeled back in a snarl. "The recruiter remembers, doesn’t he? Never thought you’d be hiding such a strength." His cws twitched, talons digging into the brass. "I had to slink away, py the obedient hatchling. But now…"

  His amber eyes narrowed to slits as they raked over Rook’s wounds. "Look at you."

  Tarian’s forked tongue flicked between his teeth. "You bled for a scrap of metal, Rook. Meanwhile, I feasted on the vents, cwed my way to Tier 4." His cws flexed, talons scraping brass. "Now look at you. Carrion, waiting for the picking."

  Tarian’s spine arched, vertebrae cracking like greenwood under hammer blows as something ripped free beneath his scales. A wet tear echoed through the chamber, then the snap of bone splitting open. Two massive wings tore from his back—leathery membranes stretched taut over jagged spurs, each span equal to a dwarf’s height. They swallowed the fading rune-light, edges gleaming like forged steel as they spread wide, casting shifting shadows over the group.

  The lizardfolk's chest swelled, ribs pressing against scale and sinew. "Draconian." The word dripped with venom and triumph. The decration wasn't for them—it was for himself, a cim staked in blood and fire.

  Tarian’s maw split into a grin, teeth glinting in the dim light. "You see a lizardfolk? Look again."

  His wings flexed, membranes stretching with a leathery creak. "This ruin remade me. And now, I’ll feed it fresh meat as thanks."

  A slow, deliberate lick of his jaws. "Starting with you."

  Nylessa observed everyone. Thorfin y twisted against the wall. Haldrix leaned on the throne, his breathing a ragged mechanical wheeze. Morna’s hands remained empty, her mana pool clearly a dry well. Rugnir had no ammunition left and could not engage Tarian in melee, who, despite recent advancement, was now Tier 4.

  Only two stood ready. She knew her own state. She had confidence in her ability to withstand him alone, even as she struggled to understand her new powers. With Alph by her side, a chance to defeat him emerged.

  Nylessa looked at Alph. He met her gaze, fingers tightening around the hilt of the dagger. He understood. They were the only ones left with blood to spill.

  She stepped forward, fingers dug into Rook’s shoulder, shoving him behind her. "Stay back." The words came sharp, raw, no room for argument. Her voice did not waver, though the reason for it burned in her chest like an unanswered question.

  She pnted herself between him and the Draconian. She didn't look back. Her eyes locked on Tarian’s spreading wings.

  "I’m the one who protects you now."

  Tarian hissed; his tail shed the stone. He crouched, coiling muscles for a sughter. His forked tongue flicked between jagged teeth; a wet, guttural rasp broke from his throat.

  "Look at this. A half-breed pup and a Tier 1 whelp." His vertical pupils dited, drinking in their stances. "Do you even know what Tier 4 means? Or are you both just here to die faster than the others?" A cw tapped his curved sword’s edge, the sound ringing like a death knell. "Amuse me. Show me how long you st."

  Nylessa lunged forward, her fingers spyed against the cold brass floor, channeling the potent essence of her new profession, Tier 3 Verdant Shadow.

  The moment her energy surged, thick, thorny vines erupted from the gaps between the metal pting. They twisted with a relentless force, coiling around Tarian’s scaled legs, his torso, and tightening with unnerving speed. The air filled with the scent of earth and the sharp tang of metal.

  "Damn vines," Tarian hissed, amber eyes slitting as his curved sword carved through the air. The bde's whistle promised violence, but the thorns held fast, attempting to crush his wings against his scaled back, rooting him to the brass floor. Steel cshed against vegetation, each strike ringing through the chamber.

  Alph's muscles coiled tight as he spotted the opening. His breath hitched, the scent of scorched metal and damp scales flooding his nostrils. He activated Flicker, the world blurring as his body accelerated faster than the eye could follow. One heartbeat he stood meters away, the next his boots scraped against the floor inches from Tarian's heaving side.

  The dagger fshed downward, obsidian edges sought weakness. It struck with a thunk, jarring Alph's forearms as the bde caught between overpping scales. It delivered no penetration, just a superficial scratch.

  Alph's mind raced, his expression neutral. Three yers applied. Two more to go. The dagger was just a misdirection, his real purpose was to get close and apply Marked for Death.

  Tarian's snarl vibrated through the metal beneath them, but Alph was already twisting away, the Draconian's retaliatory tail swipe cutting empty air where he'd stood.

  Tarian's roar shook the chamber, his Tier 4 muscles bulging as he wrenched his wings outward. The leathery membranes tore through the thorny vines with a wet crack, sending splinters of petrified wood spraying across the brass floor. The force sent Alph skidding backward, his boots scraping against the metal pting as he fought for bance.

  Tarian dropped into a crouch, thighs coiled like springs, ready to unch himself upward—but Nylessa's hand fshed in a sharp arc. From the shadows pooling at her feet, a verdant duplicate erupted, its form woven from living vines and shimmering emerald energy. The clone moved with eerie precision, its leafy fingers cmping around Tarian's scaled shoulders before he could beat his wings again. Needle-thin thorns burrowed into the gaps between his armor-like pting, injecting a slow, corrosive venom. Tarian thrashed, his tail whipping violently, but the clone clung like a parasite, its grip unyielding.

  Tarian surged upward with a thunderous beat of his wings, the air rippling from the force. The emerald poison pulsed through the clone's thorny fingers, its acidic glow intensifying as it burned deeper into his scaled hide. A sickening hiss rose from his flesh, accompanied by wisps of acrid smoke that stung Alph's nostrils with their metallic tang.

  The Draconian's wings shuddered, their once-gleaming membranes now pitted with gaping holes, edges bckened and curling like burnt parchment. He twisted midair, muscles straining, but the poison had already crippled his flight. His descent was brutal—a graceless plummet that ended with a bone-jarring impact against the brass floor.

  Tarian's body spasmed violently, his cws scraping furrows in the pting as the toxin ravaged his Draconian biology. His snout foamed, venomous saliva dripping onto the heated metal where it sizzled and evaporated. The stench of scorched scales and corrupted blood thickened the air.

  Tarian's muzzle peeled back, revealing bckened gums. "Viper-spawn," he spat, cws digging into the brass as his body convulsed.

  Nylessa stumbled, her body swayed. The mental effort of summoning the verdant clone and then forcing its self-destruction, the sacrifice of its ephemeral form, drained her. Sweat slicked her pale, blue-tinged skin, and her breath hitched in ragged gasps, each exhale a visible plume in the cool air. Her shoulders slumped, her focus frayed. The vibrant energy that had crackled around her just moments before now vanished.

  Morna snapped her wand upward from the periphery. A fre of arcane light erupted, searing the air and forcing Tarian to shield his eyes. Nylessa lunged into the opening. The blinded Draconian cwed at the air, his counter-attack lost in the brilliance.

  Alph moved into range, using his final burst of Flicker to circle behind the thrashing Draconian. He finished stacking his Marked for Death skill; the markings revealed where he should nd the fatal blow.

  Alph locked his gaze onto Nylessa and gave a sharp nod. He pressed a thumb, against his own sternum. He tapped the precise point over his heart to signal the killing blow.

  Nylessa’s ragged breathing steadied as she grasped the unspoken instruction. She ripped the emerald pendant from beneath her tunic. Its facets caught the fading light and pulsed. She channeled the raw power into her obsidian dagger, and a surge of renewed strength straightened her spine.

  Nylessa’s dagger found the gap between scales. The obsidian edge bit deep, puncturing the Draconian’s heart. Tarian’s cws twitched once—then stilled. His body hit the brass pting with a wet thud, scales darkening as the st breath left him.

  The emerald pendant fred against Nylessa’s chest. Her skin rippled, the blue hue bleeding away as verdant green surged upward from her colrbone, swallowing the st traces of her dark-elf heritage.

  Alph watched the transformation, his eyebrows rising. Sorrow filled Nylessa's new, emerald-tinted eyes. Her shoulders slumped under the weight of the Sylvan form.

  The memory of her soul fracturing in the Mind Garden surfaced. That strain mirrored the emerald light now saturating her skin. He cked the answers to bridge the two events; the connection remained a puzzle of missing fragments. Alph maintained a tactical silence. He respected the boundary she had drawn through her slumped shoulders and averted gaze.

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