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Much to against everyone's expectations, the Midnight Dominion and the Sunstone Empire were deathly silent. No major moves, no chaotic shifts in politics or economics followed the shocking announcement of General's death—a death orchestrated by none other than the king himself.

For the masses, this was nothing short of a paradoxical shock. Many had been bracing themselves for the inevitable chaos: the rebellion that General was said to be planning to "liberate" the Empire from the failing monarchy. Find adventures on My Virtual Library Empire

Preparations for war had begun in secret corners of society, and whispers of turmoil ran rampant in both taverns and noble estates.

Others had prayed fervently that such a rebellion would never occur, fearing the disruption of the fragile peace between the Sunstone Empire and the Midnight Dominion.

While the rebellion itself never materialized, the news of the general's death still sent ripples of fear and uncertainty through the populace.

Everyone waited with bated breath for the bloodbath that would follow—a bloody scramble for power as the remaining three warlords vied to fill the vacuum left by the general's death.

But to everyone's bewilderment, the bloodbath never came. Instead, something far more shocking happened: the very individual who was publicly credited with killing the general was named as the new general. The king bestowed upon this person absolute authority second only to his own, and the announcement was made almost immediately after the previous general's death.

It was all so fast, so calculated, that rumors quickly spread through the Empire like wildfire.

Many assumed the inactivity of the three warlords stemmed from fear—fear of the new general's sharp guillotine, a warning to any who dared challenge the throne. Others speculated that something far more insidious was at play.

Little did the masses know, the warlords' silence was not born of cowardice. Their inactivity revolved around one individual, shrouded in layers of mystery.

Some astute observers began piecing together fragments of information. They recalled the shadowy convoy that had exited the palace under the cover of dark skies of the dominion just days before the general's death was announced.

While the identity of those involved remained unknown, suspicions abounded that this individual was somehow connected to the grand scheme that resulted in General's demise.

Another enigma lingered in the minds of the people: the Cursed Warriors. These mythical figures were said to be nigh-invincible, their cursed origins tied to ancient magics. Many speculated that the king had brought these warriors under his control, striking fear into even the most powerful entities in the Empire who would have attempted to throne the king.

Their mere mention.of the warriors caused shivers to run down spines across the land.

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Ammit sat in the Sunstone throne room, the lavish décor a testament to the Empire's wealth and power. Marble pillars lined the room, each carved with intricate scenes of battle and triumph. The floor gleamed like liquid gold under the sunlight streaming through enormous stained-glass windows, depicting the Sun God's eternal glory.

A sprawling crimson carpet led to the grand thrones, though Ammit and King Soltan had opted to sit in the more modest chairs meant for audience hearings.

Her posture was relaxed, yet every movement exuded confidence.

She crossed one leg over the other, her eyes glittering with satisfaction as she listened to the king recount his latest maneuvers.

"Soltan, that's excellent work," Ammit said, her voice low and smooth, carrying an undertone of amusement. She nodded approvingly.

While she handled the Empire's "dirty work" to prepare for Pyris' eventual arrival, King Soltan was diligently laying the groundwork for his master's plans. Ammit oversaw everything, ensuring progress moved steadily.

Her focus, however, had been consolidating the Empire's economy, particularly for Petne Chaos. As the newly appointed general, her proposals to merchants and business magnates were met with little resistance—not solely out of fear but because of the unparalleled security her influence provided.

Meanwhile, whispers of a new organization began circulating in the Empire's upper echelons: Bane Logistics. Little was known about it, save for the fact that it was led by the new general and had quickly established ties with the most powerful businesses and enterprises in the Empire.

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While Ammit and Soltan discussed their plans, an unseen intruder moved through the palace like a phantom. Cloaked in shadow, the figure's movements were precise, their steps silent. They slipped past guards with such practiced ease it was as though they were a part of the darkness itself.

The intruder navigated the palace's labyrinthine corridors, their destination clear. Soon, they reached the heart of the palace: the vault. The door was an imposing slab of metal, reinforced with Void Matter, a substance known to neutralize magical powers.

The figure smirked at the sight. "Child's play," they muttered, their voice muffled and unrecognizable.

They withdrew two thin, nearly invisible metallic rods from their belt, twirling them deftly between their fingers. With fluid precision, they inserted the rods into the vault's locking mechanism. The tools spun rapidly, producing a faint clicking sound as they bypassed the intricate security measures.

With a soft hiss, the vault door began to open.

The intruder stepped inside, their eyes scanning the room. Treasures of unimaginable value glittered under the soft, enchanted glow of the vault's interior. Yet they ignored the piles of gold, rare jewels, and ancient artifacts.

Their gaze fixated on a single object resting on a pedestal at the center of the room: the Arcane Gauntlets.

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Far from the Sunstone Empire, Pyris smirked as the soft beep of his watch drew his attention. He slipped the device into his inventory, a satisfied chuckle escaping his lips.

"They couldn't resist, could they?" Pyris muttered. His prediction had been spot on. The Eclipse Syndicate had moved to steal the gauntlets, proving his suspicions about their desperation. What intrigued him more was the divine connection—or lack thereof.

The divine beings who once held sway over the gauntlets seemed to have abandoned them, treating them as mere toys unworthy of their attention.

"Typical," Pyris said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Beside him, Alera stirred, her mind finally free from the consuming trap of the mist she had defeated. She looked at Pyris quizzically. "What's with the sneering?"

Pyris glanced at her. "Oh, nothing much. Just confirmation that the syndicate took the bait."

Alera raised an eyebrow. "You mean the gauntlets? So, they're going to sell them to some higher bidder or hoard them for their own use?"

Pyris shook his head. "They stole a decoy. Again, they have acquired a decoy."

Alera burst out laughing, her mirth echoing through the room. "That's brilliant. They'll be chasing shadows for months."

Pyris allowed himself a small smile. While the syndicate scrambled to make sense of their failure, he would remain several steps ahead. The real gauntlets were safe, their true purpose yet to be revealed.

He only had to pay more than necessary for the system to make a copy that could last longer but he didn't complain about the prices—every LP was worthy it.

As Alera walked over to Zara, she chuckled at the happy, dreamlike expressions flitting across Zara's face. She pulled out her phone and began recording. "The witch has a soft side after all," she teased.

Pyris, meanwhile, contemplated his next move. He turned to Alera. "Do you feel… different? Or is it just me?"

Alera tilted her head. "Define 'different.'"

"Never mind,"

"Hmmph! How cares about you little secrets!"

Pyris just grinned.