The stone groaned beneath my boots as I stepped into the upper sanctum of the Manse. Two figures stood motionless in the square — statues, I thought at first, until the air changed. Until they breathed.
Lirenne and Kyra — the Abiding Defenders. Twin hounds of Orius, draped in honor that had long since turned to rust. When they moved, it was with purpose. Holy fire in their blades, precision in their strikes. One would fall, only for the other to raise her sister again, like a prayer unanswered.
I fought not with rage, but rhythm. Dodge, shield, strike. Their blades carved the air with burning trails; my flail swung wide, chaining one to the ground while I felled the other. Again. Again. Until, finally, the cycle broke. Two bodies, still. Two souls, freed.
At the heart of their sanctum, I found it: the Flail of Wisdom — stone-headed, etched with ancient symbols. It pulsed faintly in my grip, heavy and raw. Stronger than my own, but colder somehow. Like it had forgotten the hand that once wielded it.
I strapped it to my belt, uncertain. Maybe it would become mine. Maybe not. In this place of shattered faith and broken oaths, even a weapon must prove itself worthy.
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