Not like this.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not after all these years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A bolt of lightning split the sky.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For a brief moment, the glowing crest appeared again behind him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A circle surrounded by seven linked chains.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The symbol shimmered in silver light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then vanished.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A gasp erupted from somewhere in the crowd.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
An elderly woman stumbled forward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“No\u2026” she whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her eyes widened with disbelief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“That crest\u2026”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The boy turned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“You know it?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The woman trembled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“My grandfather told me stories when I was a child.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The bridge fell silent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Stories about the lost Kingdom of Vareth.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Several spectators exchanged nervous looks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Vareth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A name erased from history.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A kingdom that supposedly disappeared nearly four hundred years ago.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The woman pointed at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“That crest belonged to the Chain Kings.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The knight hanging above the river suddenly stopped struggling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His face turned pale.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because he knew the legends too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Everyone did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They simply believed they were myths.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And myths were never supposed to come back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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PART 3 \u2014 THE HUNTERS ARRIVE<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
Before anyone could speak again, a horn echoed through the storm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A sharp, terrifying sound.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The crowd turned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Riders were approaching.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Fast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Black horses thundered across the distant road.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The old woman’s expression changed instantly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Fear.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Pure fear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Oh no\u2026”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy frowned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Who are they?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n She swallowed hard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “The Iron Hunters.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The name sent panic through the spectators.<\/p>\n\n\n\n People immediately began backing away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Others fled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Within moments the bridge was half empty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The riders arrived seconds later.<\/p>\n\n\n\n There were twelve of them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Every rider wore dark armor marked with a crimson eye.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Their leader dismounted first.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A tall man with silver hair and cold blue eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His gaze landed directly on the boy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not on the knight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not on the chains.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Only the boy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As if he had been searching for him his entire life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “At last,” the man said quietly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy’s stomach tightened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “You know me?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The rider smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “No.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n He took a step forward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “But I know what you are.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The chains around the knight suddenly tightened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Metal groaned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The knight screamed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The silver-haired man didn’t even glance at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “You carry the blood of Vareth.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The bridge became silent once more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy felt his heart pounding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “That’s impossible.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Is it?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The man reached into his cloak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He pulled out an ancient parchment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The paper was yellow with age.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Upon it was a drawing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A child.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A baby wrapped in blankets.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And around the infant’s neck hung a silver pendant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The same pendant currently hanging around the boy’s neck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His breath caught.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The silver-haired rider smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “We’ve been searching for you for sixteen years.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The storm intensified.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Wind howled across the bridge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy stared at the pendant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The only possession he had ever owned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The only clue to who he really was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “I don’t understand.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The rider’s expression darkened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Because someone wanted you hidden.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n He pointed toward the raging river below.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Beneath these waters lies the truth.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy looked down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The river churned violently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then something impossible happened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The chains responded again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Without command.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Without warning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They descended into the water.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Deeper.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Deeper.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The river suddenly exploded upward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thousands of gallons surged into the air.<\/p>\n\n\n\n People screamed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The riders stepped back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Something enormous was rising.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Stone emerged first.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then towers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then walls.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The entire crowd stared in disbelief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n An ancient structure was ascending from beneath the river itself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A castle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A gigantic castle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hidden underwater for centuries.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The lost fortress of Vareth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Its towers pierced the storm clouds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Its gates opened slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ancient mechanisms groaned to life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The silver-haired rider laughed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “The kingdom has awakened.”<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy couldn’t move.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Somehow he knew this place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not from memory.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But from something deeper.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Something in his blood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A voice echoed inside his mind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Come home.”<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n The words were ancient.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gentle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Familiar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And they came from the castle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ignoring everyone’s warnings, the boy crossed the bridge and entered the fortress.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The Iron Hunters followed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n So did the old woman.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The massive gates closed behind them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Dark hallways stretched endlessly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Dust covered everything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Yet strange blue flames ignited one by one as they passed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As if the castle recognized its master.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Eventually they reached a gigantic throne room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A broken crown rested upon the throne.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The moment the boy approached, the room shook.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The temperature dropped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then a figure appeared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A transparent man dressed in royal armor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The crowd gasped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A ghost.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The spirit looked directly at the boy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Tears formed in his glowing eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “My grandson.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy froze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “What?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The ghost smiled sadly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “I am King Aldric of Vareth.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The room fell silent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The king’s gaze softened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “You were only an infant when our kingdom fell.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy’s mind spun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “I don’t remember any of this.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Of course not.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The ghost walked closer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “The night our enemies attacked, your parents escaped with you.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The king’s face darkened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “But they never reached safety.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The words struck like a blade.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy lowered his head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His parents were gone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gone long before he could know them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The ghost placed a transparent hand over the pendant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “They died protecting the last heir.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Silence filled the throne room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then the king looked toward the silver-haired rider.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Immediately his expression hardened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy noticed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “So you do know him.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The ghost nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Unfortunately.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The rider smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A cold smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The kind that carried secrets.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “He finally recognizes me.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The king’s voice became thunder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Traitor.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy looked between them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Confused.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then realization struck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The rider wasn’t an ally.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He never had been.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The silver-haired man began clapping slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Wonderful reunion.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n His eyes glowed crimson.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The old woman gasped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “No\u2026”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The ghost king’s face twisted with fury.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Remove your disguise.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The rider smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “As you wish.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Dark energy exploded from his body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His silver hair turned black.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His armor transformed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ancient markings appeared across his skin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Several Iron Hunters immediately dropped to one knee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy stared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The ghost king’s voice shook.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Malric.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The name carried centuries of hatred.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy realized who stood before him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not a hunter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not a commander.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But the very man responsible for Vareth’s destruction.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A sorcerer who was supposed to have died four hundred years ago.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Yet somehow he had survived.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Malric laughed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “You locked my body beneath the mountains.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n His eyes burned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “But you forgot one thing.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The room trembled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Evil is patient.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The chains around the castle suddenly rattled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thousands of them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Every wall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Every pillar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Every tower.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy felt panic rising.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Malric pointed toward him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Your blood awakened the kingdom.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n His smile widened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “And now your blood will unlock its greatest secret.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The ghost king shouted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Run!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n But it was too late.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Dark energy erupted from Malric’s hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy was thrown across the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Pain exploded through his body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The pendant tore free from his neck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Malric caught it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Victory gleamed in his eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For centuries he had searched for that artifact.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Now it belonged to him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Or so he thought.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Because the moment he touched it, the pendant cracked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A blinding light burst from within.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And a voice echoed through the castle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “THE HEIR HAS BEEN FOUND.”<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n The entire fortress awakened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Every chain in Vareth began moving.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not hundreds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not thousands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Millions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The castle walls split apart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Underground chambers opened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ancient vaults revealed their contents.<\/p>\n\n\n\n An army.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Rows upon rows of armored warriors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sleeping for centuries.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Their eyes ignited with silver fire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The Iron Hunters backed away in terror.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Malric’s confidence vanished.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Impossible.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The ghost king smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “It was never a weapon.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy looked at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “What wasn’t?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “The kingdom.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The king pointed toward the army.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Vareth’s true power was never the chains.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The warriors slowly knelt before the boy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Every single one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “The true power was loyalty.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy felt tears in his eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thousands of forgotten guardians had waited centuries.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For this moment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Malric roared in rage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Dark energy exploded outward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The throne room shattered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Towers collapsed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The storm above intensified.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A giant vortex formed in the sky.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The sorcerer was no longer holding back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The battle began.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Silver chains clashed against dark magic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Explosions rocked the fortress.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ancient soldiers charged.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The Iron Hunters fled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Some surrendered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Others joined the defenders.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy stood at the center of the chaos.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Terrified.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Overwhelmed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Unsure what to do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then he heard the ghost king again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “You are not your ancestors.”<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy looked up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Do not become another king of war.”<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n The words struck him harder than any weapon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Suddenly he understood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n There was another way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A way nobody had considered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Including Malric.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Especially Malric.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy wasn’t meant to destroy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He was meant to unite.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As the final battle raged, the boy walked directly toward Malric.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Everyone shouted for him to stop.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The ancient soldiers tried protecting him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The chains swirled around him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Yet he continued forward alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Malric laughed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Finally ready to die?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy shook his head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “No.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Dark clouds twisted overhead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lightning illuminated the battlefield.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy extended his hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not to attack.<\/p>\n\n\n\n To offer peace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The gesture stunned everyone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Including Malric.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The sorcerer stared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Confused.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “What are you doing?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy took another step.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “My grandfather trapped you.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Another step.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “My ancestors fought you.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Another.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “And for four hundred years, hatred survived.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Malric’s expression darkened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “So?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy’s eyes never left his.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “I’m ending it.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The battlefield fell silent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Even the chains stopped moving.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Malric laughed bitterly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “You think peace can erase centuries of war?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “No.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy smiled sadly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “But somebody has to stop adding to it.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n For the first time in centuries, uncertainty appeared in Malric’s eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy saw it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And understood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Beneath all the anger.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Beneath all the cruelty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n There was something else.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Loneliness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The sorcerer had survived four hundred years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Everyone he knew was gone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Everyone he hated was gone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He had spent centuries chasing revenge against ghosts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The realization shattered something inside him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy stepped closer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “You already won.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Malric froze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “What?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Everyone who fought you is dead.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The storm weakened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “The kingdom is gone.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The wind softened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “The war ended centuries ago.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Deep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Heavy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Painful silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Tears suddenly appeared in Malric’s eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The sorcerer staggered backward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Because for the first time, he understood the truth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He had dedicated four hundred years to a battle that no longer existed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A battle he could never truly win.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The darkness surrounding him began fading.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Like smoke carried away by the wind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy extended his hand once more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Come home.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Malric stared at the offered hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then at the castle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then at the ghost king.<\/p>\n\n\n\n King Aldric nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not with hatred.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But forgiveness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The sorcerer broke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He fell to his knees.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And wept.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not as a monster.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not as a conqueror.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But as a tired old man carrying centuries of regret.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The storm ended.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The clouds parted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sunlight touched the kingdom of Vareth for the first time in four hundred years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The ghost king smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His purpose was complete.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His form began fading.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy rushed forward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Wait!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aldric looked at him proudly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “You restored what we lost.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Tears filled the boy’s eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “I don’t know how to be a king.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The old king laughed softly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Good.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy blinked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “What?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “The people who want power are usually the ones who shouldn’t have it.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n The king placed a hand over his heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “But those who fear it often deserve it most.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n His form grew transparent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The final rays of sunlight passed through him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Live well, grandson.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then he vanished.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Peacefully.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Forever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Months later, the impossible happened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Vareth returned to the maps of the world.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not as an empire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not as a military power.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But as a sanctuary.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A place where former enemies lived together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The ancient chain warriors finally rested.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The Iron Hunters became protectors instead of pursuers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The old woman served as royal advisor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And Malric?<\/p>\n\n\n\n To everyone’s surprise, he remained.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not as a prisoner.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not as a ruler.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But as a teacher.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Spending the rest of his life repairing what he had broken.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As for the boy, he never wore a golden crown.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Instead, he kept the cracked pendant around his neck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A reminder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That true strength wasn’t found in power.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Or magic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Or armies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was found in the courage to forgive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Years later, travelers would cross the famous bridge and tell stories about the storm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n About the knight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n About the chains.<\/p>\n\n\n\n About the lost kingdom that rose from the river.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Most believed the tale was exaggerated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A legend.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A myth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But those who looked carefully could still see the ancient crest carved into the stone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A circle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Seven linked chains.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And beneath it, a single inscription:<\/p>\n\n\n\n THE STRONGEST CHAIN IS NOT THE ONE THAT BINDS.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n IT IS THE ONE THAT BRINGS PEOPLE TOGETHER.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n PART 2 \u2014 THE CREST OF THE FORGOTTEN KING The crowd stood frozen. Rain hammered against armor, stone, and flesh. 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\n\n\n\nPART 4 \u2014 THE SECRET OF THE RIVER<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
\n\n\n\nPART 5 \u2014 THE GHOST KING<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
\n\n\n\nPART 6 \u2014 THE BETRAYAL OF THE HUNTERS<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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\n\n\n\nPART 7 \u2014 THE ARMY OF CHAINS<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
\n\n\n\nPART 8 \u2014 THE END<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
THE END<\/h3>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"