Episode 47 – Reign of the Primorati
The Realm of Pythros screamed with twisted life. After surviving their first clash with the soul-forged dragon, Kael and his team journeyed deeper through this distorted land—where fire poured upward, and the skies whispered in forgotten languages.
The floating cathedral loomed ahead, suspended on chains of bone and magic. It pulsed like a heart. The air was thick with enchantments, curses, and the scent of decayed stars.
Felix held up a compass carved from relic shards. "This whole realm's orbiting that place."
Rhea nodded grimly. "That's where the Primorati live."
As they neared the structure, the atmosphere changed. The weight of old gods and ancient law pressed down on them. Magic sparked randomly from their bodies—sometimes helpful, sometimes harmful.
Tunde sneezed and accidentally teleported into a lava stream—then leapt out, steaming but laughing. "Even the air here's got jokes."
Kael wasn't laughing. His body shimmered with uncontrollable energy—god-force still not fully anchored. Lana hovered near him, watching every flicker of lightning with concern. She could feel his instability—and feared what might happen if he lost control.
They reached the base of the cathedral and entered through its broken gates. Inside, they found a chamber of mirrors that reflected not their faces, but their regrets.
Kael saw himself standing over Lana's grave.
Rhea saw her wand shatter again.
Felix saw himself turning into a demon.
Tunde? Tunde saw himself in a suit, married with three kids and no sense of humor.
"That's terrifying," he muttered.
They shattered the illusions with focused will—but not before one final mirror came to life. It showed Kael's face… glowing like a full god, but alone. Empty. Forgotten.
Before Kael could react, the mirrors exploded. A cold wind surged in, and then came a slow, echoing clap.
A figure emerged from the smoke.
The male Primorati wizard.
He was cloaked in star-wrought silk, his eyes voids of shifting colors, his staff crackling with bound souls.
> "You brought Velmorth'Rael here," he spoke. "How foolish. Do you not know what you carry?"
Kael stepped forward. "I know enough. I know you used to be gods. Now you're parasites."
The wizard smiled. "We are gods. We only took what the universe refused to give freely. And now, you, little storm... you bring your power right to our doorstep."
The battle erupted.
Kael lunged forward, Velmorth'Rael clashing against the staff. Each blow shattered the air around them. Rhea conjured raw energy bolts with her hands, lighting the walls with wild streaks. Tunde fought like a berserker, using his new bloodline fire to knock back enchanted stone beasts guarding the wizard.
Felix hurled a relic bomb that bent gravity and pulled in the smaller minions.
The wizard was terrifying—casting ancient spells that bent time, reversing wounds, and controlling Kael's lightning briefly.
At one point, Kael screamed as his powers lashed out in all directions—barely missing Lana. She threw a protective barrier up just in time.
"Focus, Kael!" she shouted.
He slammed Velmorth'Rael into the ground, releasing a wave of divine lightning that cracked the cathedral floor. With one final surge of will, Kael overpowered the spell-lock and stabbed the sword through the wizard's chest.
But the wizard did not die.
Instead, he laughed, coughing black blood.
> "You are not ready… but you will be. Deliver this message to the gods you pray to: The old world is coming back."
Then he vanished into shadows.
The cathedral trembled. Pythros rumbled in rage.
The team escaped just before the structure collapsed behind them.
Outside, Kael fell to one knee, panting. "He let me win. That wasn't a fight… it was a warning."
Lana touched his shoulder. "Then we better be ready next time."
They all turned to look at the horizon—where twin towers burned, and a moon bled in the sky.