Chapter 13: The Unmaker Stirs
Deep beneath the world, where light had never touched and time had long since curled into silence, something ancient moved.
Chains groaned. Earth wept molten tears. The very air vibrated with dread.
And in the center of a vast underground crypt…The Unmaker opened its eyes.
Far away, the winds howled around the battered Spire of Winds.
Inside, Kavin lay unconscious in a bed of woven light, his body flickering with elemental energy. Riven and Lyra stood over him, concern etched into their faces.
"He absorbed too much energy from the Drak'thar," Riven said. "He's alive… but barely holding together."
"He won't rest long," Lyra replied, gripping one of Kavin's hands. "He never does."
In the war room, Seraphine—still wounded—leaned over the table with Theron. "What was that thing the Queen whispered before her dragon fell?"
Theron grunted. "The Unmaker. A creature from the First Age. A destroyer god that even the Ancients sealed away."
"She's going to unleash it," Seraphine said grimly.
Theron's fists cracked the stone. "Then we die fighting."
Back in the shadows of her black citadel, the Queen of Ashes walked barefoot across a field of dead flowers. Behind her followed a golden-robed priestess—High Seer Maelira, a prophet of forbidden truths.
"It stirs," Maelira said, her voice a song of rot and ruin. "The boy has awakened more than he understands."
The Queen smiled. "Good. Let Kavin shine bright. The brighter the flame... the darker the shadow that swallows it."
🌑 That night, Kavin dreamed.
But it wasn't a dream—it was a warning.
He stood in a world of ash, where the sky bled fire and mountains wept smoke. A monstrous figure of pure void loomed before him—its eyes twin abysses, its voice the sound of reality breaking.
"You cannot win."
"I won't stop," Kavin said, fists clenched.
"You were made to burn, not save," the creature hissed. "And when I rise... your world ends."
Kavin awoke in a gasp of air and lightning.
Sweat poured from his brow. His breath fogged the cold air. His hand trembled—but his spirit burned steady.
"They're coming for us," he whispered. "Something far worse than the Queen."
Riven entered, eyes wide. "You saw it too?"
Kavin nodded. "The Unmaker."
Lyra ran in. "The skies over the eastern sea are turning black. The scouts say something massive is surfacing from beneath the ocean floor."
🛡️ They moved fast.
Within hours, the heroes assembled on the cliffs of Stormreach, where the sea churned with unnatural tides. Hundreds of elemental warriors, summoned from across the realms, now answered to Kavin's cause.
From atop a jagged cliff, Kavin raised his arm—and the sea parted.
A colossal shape emerged from beneath the waves.
A creature of stone, bone, and endless shadow.
The Unmaker, bound in chains... now waking.
It shrieked a sound so ancient that even the sky cracked.
Kavin turned to his allies. "This is no longer a battle for survival."
"This is a war for the soul of the world."