Chapter 123 The Broken Spire

Midnight cloaked Avaric in darkness, with only the faint glow of lanterns lighting the cobblestone streets. The group moved silently, keeping to the shadows as they approached the Broken Spire. The once-grand tower stood in ruins, a relic of Avaric’s ancient past, now serving as a meeting place for those who thrived in secrecy. Kael led the way, his hand on the hilt of his sword. Behind him, Ariella clutched her satchel tightly, the keystone’s faint hum a reminder of its presence. Eryndor and Elira flanked them, their eyes scanning for threats.