Chapter 100 — Breaking Harmony
The Obsidian Throne stood silent under a blood-red sky.
Three weeks had passed since the Convergence, and the kingdom had tried to heal. Markets reopened. Children returned to the academies. Festivals continued in smaller, quieter forms. Liora and Cairis had allowed themselves to believe — if only for a little while — that they had earned a reprieve.
They were wrong.
The largest rift tore open at midnight with the fury of an angry god.
It did not simply widen. It exploded. A cataclysmic shockwave of raw primordial energy ripped across the northern territories, shattering mountainsides and boiling entire rivers of lava into steam. The sound was deafening — a roar that shook the Obsidian Throne itself dozens of miles away. From the yawning, bleeding wound in reality poured forth a true horde of Korthrax's riftspawn, not the scattered probing forces of previous weeks, but a living, endless tide of nightmares.
