The Starlance loomed above Aeltharion's capital, its violet skies darkening with the threat of Solaris's looming summit, the crystalline spires casting long shadows as the city braced for tension. The ship's starfire runes pulsed steadily, the hull scarred but holding, the viewport revealing a palace aglow with nervous energy. King Zevryn Thaloryn stood at the helm, his white hair tied back, his violet eyes a blend of resolve and fading trauma, the echo of his brother's perverse obsession—"You're mine, brother"—a distant but lingering wound. His obsidian armor gleamed, his silver tattoos pulsing with starfire, a testament to his dual kingship over Aeltharion and Varenthia—and his growing strength as a Lord of the Blood, now fortified by Lysara and Eryndor.Lysara Veyne stood beside him, her shadowweave armor pristine, her dark hair framing her sharp face, her amber eyes warm with trust and a hint of mischief, their bond deepened by their recent threesome. The love trials arc strengthened their connection, though the Starheart's echoes posed new threats, her shadow magic coiling as she spoke. "The echo's deeper this time—beneath the palace, in the Vault of Ancients," she said, her voice low, her magic probing the city's core. "It's stronger than the others." Zevryn's jaw tightened, his starfire flaring, his tattoos glowing. "We rip it out," he growled, his voice a kingly command, the trauma in his violet eyes now a fuel for action.Selene Mirath, her golden hair tied back, her starry eyes focused, adjusted the sensors, her voice steady. "The echo's signature is intense—disrupting the palace's ley lines. Solaris is at the gates; Seris says they'll demand the Starheart or war unless we prove its end at the summit today." Zevryn's political mind raced, Seris's diplomacy a razor's edge. "Tell Seris to hold them—present the shards as evidence," he ordered, his voice firm. "Tharion, secure the Vault with the riders."Commander Tharion nodded, his weathered face grim, and led the dragon riders, their celestial dragons soaring toward the palace, while Zevryn, Lysara, and Eryndor descended to the Vault of Ancients, a subterranean chamber of ancient stone and glowing runes, its air thick with the echo's pulse. The Starheart shard lay embedded in a pedestal, its dark light projecting a mirror of Zevryn's brother, his scarred face twisted with obsession. "You'll always be mine," the echo rasped, triggering Zevryn's trauma, his starfire faltering as the memory of the forced sex in the Shattered Nexus surged. Lysara's shadow magic steadied him, her amber eyes fierce. "We reclaim you," she whispered, glancing at Eryndor with a knowing smile. "Both of us."Eryndor, his jet-black hair tousled, his green eyes dark with intent, nodded, his scarred chest heaving. They retreated to a shadowed alcove, the Vault's runes reflecting their forms, the air charged with desire. Zevryn shed his armor, his muscular frame tense, his tattoos glowing, his violet eyes meeting Lysara's and Eryndor's. "I need this," he rasped, his trauma giving way to a fierce need for healing. Lysara's armor fell, her curves bare, her shadow magic coiling as she guided them, her voice a seductive command. "Let us take you," she urged.Eryndor stripped, his chiseled body scarred and powerful, his thick cock hard and ready. Lysara knelt, sucking Zevryn's royal dick—thick, veiny, an extra inch longer—her mouth hot and skilled, while Eryndor prepared Zevryn's ass, his fingers slick with shadow magic, stretching him with care. Zevryn moaned, the sensation a reclaiming, his starfire flaring as Eryndor positioned himself, his cock pressing against Zevryn's tight hole. "Relax," Eryndor growled, thrusting in slowly, filling Zevryn with a burning stretch, his ass clenching around the girth. "Fuck!" Zevryn gasped, his body adjusting, the pain morphing into pleasure as Eryndor fucked him, each thrust deep and deliberate, a rhythm of dominance and trust.Lysara's shadow magic teased Zevryn's skin, her lips leaving his cock to kiss him, her tongue battling his as Eryndor pounded harder, his hands gripping Zevryn's hips. "Take it," Eryndor rasped, his thrusts intensifying, Zevryn's ass stretched wide, the sensation overwhelming, his starfire pulsing with each stroke. Lysara returned to his cock, sucking him deep, her shadow magic enhancing the pleasure, her amber eyes locked on his. The Vault's reflections mirrored their intensity—visions of their past passion blending with the present, a testament to their bond.Zevryn's control shattered, his cum erupting into Lysara's mouth, her own climax shuddering as her shadow magic flared, while Eryndor groaned, filling Zevryn's ass with a hot rush, their bodies collapsing in a sweaty tangle. The reflections faded, the Starheart shard's pulse weakening, Zevryn's trauma eased by the consensual intensity.Their moment was cut short by Tharion's voice, urgent. "The shard's summoning abyssal shades—guard the Vault!" Zevryn, Lysara, and Eryndor dressed swiftly, their bond deepened, and returned to the chamber. The shades—dark, spectral entities—attacked, their claws and tendrils reflecting the Abyss's void. Zevryn led, his starfire sword igniting, Lysara's shadow magic striking, Eryndor joining with a dragon-blade, their synchronized assault shattering the shades, the shard cracking under their combined power.Selene reported via holo-comm, her starry eyes relieved. "The echo's neutralized, but the ley lines are fracturing—more remnants may surface." Zevryn's political mind raced, his brother's echo a fading threat, the summit with Solaris imminent. "Prepare for the summit," he ordered, his violet eyes meeting Lysara's and Eryndor's, their love trial a foundation for the challenges ahead.The summit convened in the palace's grand hall, Solaris's emissaries glaring, their demands sharp. Seris Vorn, her golden hair tied back, presented the neutralized shards, her voice steady. "The Starheart is no more," she declared, but the emissaries hesitated, sensing the ley line instability. Zevryn stepped forward, his starfire flaring, his voice a command. "Peace or war—choose." The tension held, the summit's outcome uncertain as the chapter closed.
