Chaosbound: Elarith Chronicles

As the three entered their temporary quarters, Kirin immediately made himself comfortable, waving at Kirvin with an eager grin. "Hey, any chance we could get more food? Those snacks earlier were great, but I'm starving over here!"

Aurel glanced at Kirin, his lips twitching into a faint smile before his focus shifted to Kirvin. "Actually, there's something else we need," he said, his tone turning serious. "Could you arrange for an armored-looking mask and a cloak with a hood for my companion here?" He gestured subtly toward Rindel.

Kirvin tilted his head, slightly puzzled by the request. "A mask and a cloak? May I ask why?"

Aurel nodded, his expression calm but firm. "It's... to avoid drawing any unwanted attention. Dame Kaelisia mentioned earlier that Rindel's appearance resembles those associated with the Umbrafangs. We'd rather not provoke more suspicion while we're here."

Kirvin's brows furrowed in thought, but he quickly nodded. "Understood. I'll see what I can find and have them delivered here shortly."

As Kirvin turned to leave, Aurel approached Rindel, his voice quiet yet tinged with a note of apology. "Rindel, I'm sorry. I know it's not ideal, but while we're in this kingdom, you'll need to wear the mask and cloak. We can't afford to risk unnecessary attention."

Rindel remained silent, his stoic demeanor unbroken. With a subtle nod, he acknowledged Aurel's instructions, his actions speaking louder than words.

Meanwhile, Kirin chuckled softly, watching the exchange as he leaned back in his chair. "I guess we're going incognito now, huh?" His teasing tone was lighthearted, but his glance at Rindel carried a note of camaraderie. "Don't worry, Rindel. You'll look even more intimidating in a mask and cloak."

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When Kirvin returned, he brought with him the requested items: an ornate, armored-looking mask and a dark cloak with a hood. Behind him, a pair of maids followed, carrying trays laden with freshly prepared food and drink. The warm aroma of roasted meats, fragrant breads, and spiced beverages filled the room, drawing an appreciative sigh from Kirin.

As the maids arranged the food on the table, Aurel gestured toward Kirvin. "Please, join us," he said calmly. "There's plenty here, and we've much to discuss."

Kirvin hesitated briefly, glancing at the maids as if uncertain, before nodding and taking a seat near the edge of the table. Kirin, not waiting for formalities, reached for a plate with unabashed enthusiasm. "I hope you don't mind if I start with these," he said, pointing to a platter of desserts. "Oh, and about the gear we surrendered earlier—you'll need to return all of it to me, intact. Every single item is precious. If anything's damaged, Master Sylas will have my head!"

Kirvin blinked, startled by Kirin's sudden interjection, before nodding. "I'll make sure your belongings are returned to you safely."

Aurel allowed himself a faint smile at Kirin's antics but quickly shifted his focus back to Kirvin. "Good," he began, his tone steady and commanding. "Here's the list of what else we'll need: a detailed map of the surrounding area outside the kingdom, and a guide to accompany us. We'll be starting our investigation tonight."

Kirvin's brow furrowed in concern, his posture stiffening. "Tonight?" he repeated. "Uhh, the general has forbidden anyone from leaving the castle walls starting today. It's a safety measure. But... I'll inform them that the Vanguard has made this request."

Aurel leaned forward slightly, his gaze sharp but composed. "Good. And one more thing—tell your king to begin preparing for war. Start fortifying your defenses now."

The weight of Aurel's words seemed to hit Kirvin like a hammer. His expression shifted to one of shock, his voice faltering. "W-war?" he stammered. "That's not something we can just... it requires time, planning, approval, and coordination—"

Aurel cut him off with a calm but firm tone. "I know. But your kingdom's situation is dire. You don't have the luxury of time to stay indifferent. Act now, or risk being unprepared when the enemy comes."

Kirvin swallowed hard, nodding slowly as he absorbed the gravity of Aurel's warning. "Understood," he said at last, though his voice carried an edge of uncertainty. "I'll relay your request to the appropriate people."

Meanwhile, Aurel turned to Rindel and handed him the mask and cloak. "Rindel," he said quietly, "you'll need to wear these while we're here. I know it's inconvenient, but we can't afford unnecessary attention."

Rindel accepted the items without hesitation, his expression unreadable as always. He slid the mask into place and draped the cloak over his shoulders, the hood casting a shadow over his face. The transformation was subtle but effective—his imposing presence now masked in anonymity.

Kirin, between bites of food, gave an approving nod. "You look good, Rindel. Very mysterious. Like a shadow knight or something."

Aurel ignored Kirin's comment, turning his attention back to Kirvin. "Thank you for your assistance. Please ensure everything we've requested is handled quickly. Time is not on our side."

Kirvin rose from his seat, saluting briefly. "I'll take care of it, sir. If there's anything else, just let me know."

With that, Kirvin exited the room, leaving the Vanguard to prepare for the next step in their investigation.

Kirvin returned promptly, a rolled map tucked under his arm, and stood at attention. "Sir Eryndor, one of the top Divinants of the kingdom, has requested your presence in the war room," he announced, his tone carrying a mix of reverence and urgency.

Aurel nodded, a faint glint of approval in his eyes. "At least they're taking this seriously," he remarked, rising from his seat. He motioned for Kirin and Rindel to follow as the group made their way to the war room, their strides purposeful.

The war room was an impressive chamber, its walls adorned with detailed maps, tactical markers, and a large table at its center. Sir Eryndor stood before it—a seasoned leader exuding authority and command. His imposing figure was emphasized by the twin blades at his hips, both faintly shimmering with shadow magic. His sharp gaze met Aurel's as they entered, and he inclined his head in greeting.

"Welcome," Eryndor began, his voice deep and unwavering. "I am Sir Eryndor, Divinant and protector of this kingdom." He gestured toward the tactical table, its surface layered with plans and diagrams. "I understand that you are from the Royal Vanguard, and it seems we share a common enemy."

Aurel stepped forward, his expression composed yet attentive. "I'm Aurel, and these are my companions. It's clear you've already started preparing for something significant. It seems you've been anticipating conflict even before my suggestion."

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Eryndor's expression remained steady, though a flicker of acknowledgment passed through his eyes. "Indeed," he replied. "The attacks have been growing more frequent and more devastating. We've lost men, resources, and—most painfully—our prince. War is not just inevitable—it has already begun on the fringes of our lands."

He paused, looking to the map spread across the table. Markings detailed known locations of attacks, routes of trade caravans, and suspected positions of the Umbrafangs. "We've been piecing together information from survivors, reports, and reconnaissance missions, but the enemy's movements remain shrouded. Your arrival here may tip the balance."

Kirin, standing to Aurel's right, glanced at the map and raised a brow. "You've been busy," he remarked, his tone both impressed and cautious. "Looks like you've already done a lot of the groundwork."

Eryndor met Kirin's gaze briefly, his lips twitching into what might have been a faint smile. "Preparation is key, but we lack critical intelligence. That is where I hope the Vanguard will assist us. Your experience, your expertise... and your results."

Aurel rested his hands on the edge of the table, studying the map carefully. "We'll do what we can. This enemy is unlike most we've faced before. If the Umbrafangs are serving something greater, then they'll be relentless. If your kingdom isn't ready, the cost will be high."

Eryndor's sharp gaze shifted between the three of them before landing on Aurel. "Then we have no time to waste. Tell me your plan, Vanguard. How will you proceed?"

Sir Eryndor folded his arms as he addressed Aurel, his tone firm but respectful. "I was informed by Kirvin that you plan to conduct your investigation tonight, outside the castle walls. Given the dangers that await, we propose that you accept the company of one of our strongest Divinants to assist you."

Aurel raised a brow, his expression cautious. "We appreciate the gesture, but I assure you we're capable of handling ourselves."

Eryndor's sharp gaze lingered on Aurel for a moment before continuing. "I don't doubt your strength—your encounter with Dame Naevin proved that well enough. He is one of our strongest warriors, yet you bested him like it was nothing."

Aurel waved a hand dismissively, a faint smirk crossing his lips. "That was luck more than anything. Skill isn't always the deciding factor."

Eryndor's expression remained steady, though a flicker of amusement tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Regardless of how you see it, we have been trying to locate the hideout of these so-called Umbrafangs for months, but our efforts have yielded little. Most of the informants we sent either disappeared or were killed before we could learn anything of value. That is why I am formally asking for your assistance in this matter."

He paused before adding, "To ensure your success, we will send our strongest to aid you in this mission."

Eryndor turned toward the chamber doors and gestured to the guards. "Bring in Sir Vaedric."

The doors swung open, and a tall, battle-hardened figure strode into the room. Sir Vaedric's presence commanded attention, his armor bearing the marks of countless battles and his dual blades glinting faintly with shadow magic. His calm yet imposing demeanor hinted at the ferocity beneath. Vaedric's sharp eyes met Aurel's, and he inclined his head slightly in greeting.

Eryndor extended a hand toward him. "This is Sir Vaedric, one of our finest Divinants. Formerly known as Vael, he is an Eclipseborne with unmatched skill in combining traditional combat and shadow magic. Vaedric has served as both a mentor and an inspiration to many of our warriors."

Vaedric stepped forward, his voice calm but resolute. "It is an honor to meet the Vanguard. I have heard of your exploits and your strength. If we are to face the Umbrafangs together, know that I will do everything within my power to ensure our success."

Aurel nodded, his sharp eyes studying Vaedric's stance and demeanor. "The honor is ours, Sir Vaedric. If you've survived this long against these forces, you've proven your worth. Let's make sure this alliance counts."

Kirin leaned over slightly, whispering to Rindel with a grin, "Looks like we've got a shadow master on our team now. Things just got interesting."

Rindel remained silent, his masked face unreadable, but his presence was as steady as ever.

Eryndor leaned closer to the table, his tone shifting to urgency. "With the strength of the Vanguard and our Divinants united, we may finally uncover the Umbrafangs' hideout. Their threat has gone unchecked long enough."

Aurel leaned casually against the table, his tone calm and confident as he explained. "The Umbrafangs' methods are brute force, plain and simple. Their strategies are clumsy at best. The strategist they rely on isn't even part of this mission—he's with the Shadowblades."

At the mention of the Shadowblades, Sir Eryndor's expression shifted, a flicker of astonishment breaking through his usual stoicism. "The Shadowblades?" he echoed, his voice tinged with respect. "You have an alliance with them? They're revered as heroes in the southern territories."

Aurel allowed himself a faint smirk. "That's right. And as for me, I have the ability to detect them if they come within my scanning radius. That's all I need. Once I'm close enough to pinpoint their location, my plan is straightforward—detect, greet them when I find them, and if they refuse to cooperate..." His voice turned cold, his gaze unwavering. "I'll end them."

The room fell silent, the weight of Aurel's words hanging heavily in the air. Sir Eryndor blinked, clearly startled. He leaned forward slightly, his tone both incredulous and cautious. "Are you... joking?"

Aurel's sharp gaze met Eryndor's, and the faintest trace of a grin tugged at his lips. "Do I look like I'm joking?"

Kirin, standing beside him, stifled a laugh but couldn't resist chiming in. "Trust me, he's not. When Master Aurel says he'll 'end them,' he means it."

Eryndor straightened, his expression shifting back to measured contemplation. "You Vanguard are as bold as the stories suggest. Very well. If your abilities and... unique methods can succeed where ours have failed, then I will trust your judgment. But be warned—the Umbrafangs are not to be underestimated."

Aurel gave a curt nod. "We never underestimate our enemies. Now, if we're done here, I'd like to make preparations."

Eryndor stepped back, a trace of a wry smile crossing his face. "Very well. Good luck, Vanguard. May your boldness yield results."

The moon hung high in the night sky as the group exited the towering castle gates, their tactical suits reflecting faint glimmers of light. Each suit was tailored to their exact specifications, designed by the Vanguard's engineers to provide both protection and flexibility in combat. Sir Vaedric, clad in his battle-worn armor infused with shadow magic, adjusted his twin blades as he joined the team.

Aurel turned to him as they began moving. "Sir Vaedric, do you have any abilities that can help you keep pace with us? Enhanced speed or shadow magic, perhaps?"

Vaedric hesitated for a moment, not entirely sure how to respond, but finally nodded. "Yes, I use my shadow magic to enhance my speed when needed. It aids me in combat and movement alike."

Aurel's lips curled into a faint grin. "Good. I was worried for a moment—if you didn't have those abilities, I'd have asked Rindel to carry you."

Vaedric blinked at the remark, unsure whether it was a jest or a serious suggestion, while Kirin stifled a laugh. "Master, please don't scare our new ally like that!" Kirin chuckled, adjusting his gear with a playful grin.

Aurel turned his attention to Kirin, his expression sharpening. "Focus. You've trained enough to keep up with my jumping-run method, so I expect you to stay on pace. Don't lag behind."

Kirin nodded quickly. "Yes, Master. I'll keep up."

Aurel pulled out the map, the markings of sightings and attack locations spread across its surface like a web of chaos. He pointed to a section just outside the southern perimeter of the kingdom. "We'll go here first," he said, tracing the path with his finger. "I'll scan the area once we arrive. If they're within range, I'll detect them."

He turned to Kirin, his tone firm. "If we encounter them, here's the plan: you'll fight one of them. If the one with horns shows up, you'll face him one-on-one. No matter how strong he is, you're to hold your ground. We will not intervene."

Kirin froze momentarily, his eyes widening. "Wait, what? You're seriously leaving me to fight the horned guy alone? At least let Rindel help me—"

Aurel cut him off sharply. "Absolutely not. You'll fight him alone. This isn't just about survival—it's about growth. I want you to prove your worth."

Sir Vaedric, who had been quietly observing, nearly dropped his jaw in astonishment. In his mind, he wondered if the Vanguard truly treated such dangerous encounters as training exercises. Surely they must be joking, he thought, trying to convince himself that this was all friendly banter. Yet the calm resolve on Aurel's face left no room for doubt.

Vaedric cleared his throat, masking his surprise. "You Vanguard are... certainly unconventional."

Aurel smirked faintly. "We get results, Sir Vaedric. Stick with us, and you'll see why."

The team pressed forward into the night, the air around them thick with tension and anticipation. Each step carried them closer to their target—and the looming confrontation that would test their limits.