"What?" The word exploded from Faye with such force that everyone around her flinched. "He's out of his mind! He doesn't know what he's talking about! He didn't see them—he has no idea what we're dealing with!"

  "Faye—" Iris began, but Faye cut her off with a sharp gesture.

  "No! Listen to me. The Netherkin have come to us, willing to work with humans. They've shared knowledge, fought alongside us—" Her voice cracked. "Fears No End fell into an endless void trying to help us escape. It sacrificed itself for our mission. Meanwhile, the Void Shapers have shown no signs they think of humans as anything more than insects to be eradicated or enslaved."

  She glanced back at Knows The Truth, whose multiple eyes blinked in sequence as it inclined its head—a gesture she'd come to recognize as agreement.

  “Even without that knowledge, Roarke should know better than to see the Void Shapers as allies after what they did to Thornhaven," Faye said fiercely.

  Iris raised her hands in a placating gesture. "I know, Faye. I know. I don't agree with him either. But I wanted you to be prepared before you walked in there."

  Faye forced herself to take a deep breath, to rein in her anger. It wouldn't help anyone if she stormed into Thornhaven in a rage. "How bad is it? How much of the academy's leadership is siding with Roarke?"

  "Among the masters, most are fence-sitters," Iris explained, glancing around as if worried about being overheard. "Fenwick, Hart, and Blackwood haven't come down in either direction. Arkwright is strongly opposed to Roarke's views, and Headmaster Voss mostly agrees with her position."

  "And the rest of the academy?" Ren asked, his calm voice a stark contrast to Faye's outburst.

  Iris's expression darkened. "Among the fighting forces, the tide has turned in Roarke's favor. Darrow, in particular, has been vocal in his support."

  Of course he would be, Faye thought bitterly. Darrow's hatred of the Netherkin ran deep, carved into his scarred flesh alongside the memories of his destroyed village. She couldn't blame him for his pain, but she could condemn the dangerous path he now walked.

  "Roarke has been holding closed-door strategy meetings with soldiers who support him," Iris continued. "I don't know what's being discussed in those meetings, but rumors are spreading. Some say they're planning to force the Netherkin allies from Thornhaven. Others whisper of more... permanent solutions."

  Faye's mind reeled as she digested these developments. She'd expected challenges upon their return, yes, but not a fractured academy, not a growing faction advocating alliance with beings that threatened the very fabric of reality.

  "How is this affecting our Netherkin allies within the compound?" she asked, dreading the answer.

  Iris's gaze flitted to the three Netherkin standing a respectful distance away. "They're aware of the tensions," she said softly. "The alliance is fraying at the edges. Some have already left, seeking safer havens. Others remain, but they're isolated, guarded. Trust is... fragile."

  Faye glanced back at Knows The Truth, Keeps Its Vows, and Burns With Wrath, creatures she'd come to think of as friends. A sharp ache bloomed in her chest at the thought of them facing hostility here, in what should have been a sanctuary for all who opposed the Void Shapers. After everything they'd sacrificed, everything they'd lost, they deserved better than suspicion and fear.

  "We need to speak to the masters," she said, her voice hardening with resolve. "All of them. They need to know what happened on the expedition—what we learned, what we found, what happened to Fears No End."

  She patted the satchel of artifacts. "We have these relics from the Vault in our hands, but we don't yet know what they do. There's work to be done, and we can't afford to waste time on infighting while the real enemy advances."

  Iris nodded, some of the tension easing from her shoulders at Faye's determination. "I'll arrange it. Headmaster Voss will want to hear your report anyway."

  "Good." Faye squared her shoulders, feeling the weight of the artifacts, the weight of their discoveries, the weight of Fears No End's sacrifice. "Because what we found changes everything. The Vault confirmed what we suspected—humans and Netherkin once fought together against the Void Shapers. We did it before. We'll have to do it again if any of us are to survive."

  She looked back at her companions—human and Netherkin alike—travel-worn, battle-scarred, but standing tall despite it all. They had faced the impossible together and returned to tell the tale. If they could do it, perhaps there was hope for the rest of Thornhaven as well.

  "Let's go," she said, stepping forward toward the gates. "We have a war to prepare for, and I won't let Roarke's fear lead us into the wrong battle."

  As they passed through the massive wooden doors into Thornhaven proper, Faye felt the eyes of the academy upon them—some curious, some relieved, some openly hostile. Whatever awaited them inside these walls, whatever divisions had formed in their absence, one truth remained constant: the Void Shapers were coming, and divided, they would fall.

  CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

  The heavy oak doors of the master's war room loomed before Faye like the maw of some ancient beast, waiting to swallow her whole. She clutched the crystalline sphere from the Vault against her chest, its cool surface a stark contrast to the heat of anxiety blooming beneath her skin. Behind those doors waited a battle unlike any she'd faced in the wilds—a battle of words and wills, of truths and lies, with the fate of two worlds hanging in the balance. The sphere pulsed faintly against her palm, as if sensing her unease. Or perhaps it was merely her own heartbeat, thrumming too fast, too hard, a drum signaling the approach of war.

  Faye exhaled slowly, the tremor in her breath betraying the fear she fought to master. In the dim corridor, lit only by enchanted sconces whose flames never flickered, she looked smaller than her years—not the seasoned hunter who had faced down Netherkin Elites, but a girl still unsure of her place in the world. The weight of what she carried—both the physical artifact and the knowledge it represented—pressed down on her shoulders like stones.

  The artifacts they'd recovered from the Vault had been sequestered immediately upon their arrival, whisked away to a locked closet in Thornhaven’s archives. Faye, Ren, and Iris had agreed to go down there later and inspect their prizes, cataloguing what they’d found. Faye had brought the crystalline sphere with her to the war room — something to show the masters, an example of their newfound arsenal. Something about the sphere in particular called to her, resonated with the magic that flowed through her veins. Perhaps because she had been there when it first activated, had witnessed firsthand the ancient memories it contained.

  Memories of humans and Netherkin fighting side by side.

  Memories that some at Thornhaven seemed determined to bury once more.

  "I should have insisted that Knows The Truth come with me," she muttered to the empty corridor. But the Netherkin Mage had been barred from the central fortress, relegated to the outer buildings along with Burns With Wrath and Keeps Its Vows—a spatial segregation that spoke volumes about the academy's shifting attitudes.

  The day before, Master Roarke had publicly referred to their Netherkin allies as "temporary necessities"—a phrase that had ignited heated arguments across the compound. Worse still, students and soldiers alike had begun to align themselves with his views, seeing in his rhetoric a simplicity that appealed in frightening times: us versus them, human versus other.

  As if the true threat weren't lurking beyond the stars, watching, waiting.

  "You look like you're preparing to face an Elite barehanded," came a voice from behind her, warm with familiar concern.

  Faye turned to find Ren approaching, his silver hair catching the dim light like strands of moonbeam. Exhaustion etched shadows beneath his golden eyes, but his stride was purposeful, his shoulders set with the same determination she felt in her own bones. The runes tattooed along his forearms pulsed with subdued energy, a visual echo of his emotional state.

  "I'd rather face ten Elites than what's waiting in that room," she replied, a weak smile tugging at her lips.

  Ren closed the distance between them, his hand finding hers, fingers intertwining with practiced ease. "Then it's fortunate you won't face it alone."

  The simple touch grounded her, a tether to the here and now when her mind threatened to spiral into dark possibilities. Ren's thumb traced circles against her palm, a silent reassurance that spoke louder than words.

  "Roarke will try to twist everything we say," Faye said, her voice barely above a whisper. "He'll take what we found in the Vault and use it to justify his insanity."

  "Let him try." Ren's eyes hardened, gold flecked with amber fire. "We were there, Faye. We saw the truth with our own eyes. The others might not have witnessed what we did, but they know us. They trust us."

  "Do they?" She wasn't so sure anymore. Trust seemed as fragile as spun glass in Thornhaven these days, shattering beneath the weight of fear and uncertainty.

  Ren squeezed her hand. "Voss does. Arkwright does. And they're the ones who matter." His gaze dropped to the sphere nestled in the crook of her arm. "Is that our evidence?"

  "The best I could bring." She traced a finger over the sphere's smooth surface, feeling the subtle engravings that spiraled across its circumference. "If I can activate it somehow, it might show us what it showed us in the Vault. That would certainly silence Roarke.”

  Ren stepped back, giving her space. "No matter what Roarke tries to pull in there, I've got your back. We all do." His lips quirked in a half-smile. "You've faced worse than a room full of arguing masters."

  "Have I?" Faye returned his smile, grateful for the momentary lightness. Then she sobered, adjusting her grip on the sphere. "I can do this. I have to."

  "You will." His confidence in her was absolute, unwavering. "Thornhaven needs to hear the truth, even if some refuse to listen."

  With a nod of thanks, Faye turned back to the imposing doors. She took one final deep breath, steadying herself, then pushed forward into the storm.

  The master's war room erupted with voices the moment she entered, a clash of opinions and egos that silenced only when the heavy doors thudded closed behind her and Ren. The chamber was vast, dominated by a circular table carved from a single ancient oak. Maps and scrolls littered its surface, weighted down by artifacts and weapons—the tools of planning, of strategy, of war.

  Around the table stood the masters of Thornhaven, their faces etched with the strain of recent weeks. Headmaster Voss occupied the seat at the head of the table, her coiled salt-and-pepper braids gleaming in the light from the enchanted windows. To her right sat Master Arkwright, whose fingers absently stroked the leaves of a small potted plant—a nervous habit Faye recognized from her years of Floral Manipulation training. To Voss's left, Master Roarke's tall figure cast a shadow across the maps, his dark eyes sharp with interest as they fixed on Faye.

  The tension in the room pressed against Faye's skin like a physical force, thick enough to slice with a blade. Divisions were evident in how the masters had positioned themselves—Roarke's supporters clustered together on one side, those who opposed him on the other, with a handful of uncertain faces occupying the middle ground.

  Faye felt Ren's presence at her back, a solid warmth that gave her courage. She approached the table, aware of every eye tracking her movement, and carefully placed the crystalline sphere at its center.

  "Masters," she began, her voice steadier than she felt. "Our expedition to the Netherkin otherworld was successful—though not without cost."

  "The artifacts you recovered are indeed remarkable," Headmaster Voss acknowledged, her deep voice carrying the weight of authority.

  "We lost Fears No End," Faye continued, her throat tightening around the words. "One of the Netherkin Warriors who accompanied us. It fell into an endless void as we fled the collapsing Vault."

  A bark of laughter from across the table cut through her sorrow like a knife. "One less abomination to worry about," Master Roarke remarked, his lips curled in a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "I'd call that a secondary success."

  The casual cruelty stole Faye's breath. She fixed Roarke with a stare that would have withered lesser men.

  "Fears No End saved my life," she said, each word deliberate, edged with ice. "It stood between me and an archer’s arrow. It fought alongside us, bled alongside us. I considered it a friend."

  Murmurs rippled around the table—some sympathetic, others skeptical. Roarke merely shrugged, unmoved by her rebuke.

  "Sentiment is a luxury we cannot afford in war, Wilderpath," he replied. "Or have you forgotten what the Netherkin have done to our world? To your own village?"

  The barb struck true, but Faye refused to flinch. "I haven't forgotten anything, Master Roarke. Including the fact that the Netherkin who helped us are not the same as those who attacked my home. They're individuals, with their own thoughts, beliefs, and choices—just as humans are."

  She turned her attention back to the sphere, unwilling to be drawn into a confrontation so early. "This artifact is one of several we managed to recover from the Vault before the Void Shapers' influence closed in. Inside the Vault, we found murals depicting the Void Shapers alongside early humans and proto-Netherkin."

  Faye's gaze swept the room, taking in the varied expressions—interest, disbelief, fear.

  "The inscriptions in the Vault told us that both humans and Netherkin were created by the Void Shapers to serve specific purposes. Humans are for adaptability and creativity. Netherkin for durability and magical aptitude. Both species were enslaved until they rebelled together, sealing the Void Shapers away in their own dimension."

  Master Arkwright leaned forward, her weathered face intense with interest. "So our species once stood as allies."

  "More than allies," Faye confirmed. "We were kin in resistance against a common oppressor."

  "And what proof do you offer beyond your own account?" challenged a master whose name Faye couldn't recall—one of Roarke's new supporters, his face pinched with skepticism.

  In answer, Faye placed her hand on the crystalline sphere. "This artifact projected visions of the ancient rebellion when activated in the Vault. It showed humans and Netherkin fighting side by side against beings of impossible geometry—the Void Shapers."

  She brushed her fingers over the engravings, willing the sphere to respond as it had before. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, as if answering an unspoken command, the artifact began to glow with soft, pulsing light. The assembled masters drew back instinctively, hands moving to weapons or forming the first gestures of defensive spells.

  But no attack came. Instead, light spilled from the sphere's surface, coalescing into translucent images that hovered above the table. Faye held her breath, hoping to see the same images she had seen before, the flashes of the rebellion. But no such easy answers came. There was a flicker, a few brief projections of cloaked figures and runes. Then the sphere went dark once more.

  "The Vault itself has been destroyed," she said into the quiet, trying to mask her own disappointment. "The ancient city around it collapsed as we fled. The Void Shapers' influence has likely rendered what remains of the Netherkin otherworld uninhabitable."

  Master Roarke broke the silence with a dry chuckle. "Then our enemies are weakened. Good."

  Faye's patience snapped like a bowstring pulled too taut. "The Netherkin are not our enemies," she countered, her voice rising despite her efforts to remain calm. "The Void Shapers—the Void Shapers—are the true threat. They created both our species for servitude, discarded us when we rebelled, and now they're returning to reclaim what they consider theirs."

  "If what you say is true," Roarke replied, his tone maddeningly reasonable, "then these Void Shapers are clearly the highest power—the creators of all. Should we not revere them for that power? Humanity is not served by standing against gods, only by acknowledging their supremacy."

  Horror bloomed in Faye's chest, cold and visceral. "You would have us bow to creatures that see us as nothing more than tools? That would enslave or destroy us without a second thought?"

  "I would have us survive," Roarke countered smoothly. "If these beings are as powerful as you claim, resistance is futile. Better to seek accommodation than annihilation."

  "That's insane," Faye spat, unable to contain her outrage. "You didn't see what we saw. You didn't feel the reality warping around you, the very laws of nature unraveling in their presence. There is no 'accommodation' possible with the Void Shapers. They don't negotiate. They consume."

  She looked desperately around the table, seeking allies. Master Arkwright nodded vigorously, her face pale but determined. Iris, standing near the wall with the other wellspring scouts, looked equally horrified at Roarke's suggestion. Ren had moved closer to Faye's side, his expression thunderous.

  But other faces remained impassive or, worse, showed signs of consideration. Master Hart looked dubious but afraid, his eyes darting between Faye and Roarke as if weighing their arguments. Several other masters nodded along with Roarke's words, their fear palpable even across the table.

  "The artifacts we recovered might help us understand how the ancient rebellion succeeded," Faye pressed on, fighting to regain control of the narrative. "If humans and Netherkin united once before to seal away the Void Shapers, we can do it again."

  "With what army?" another of Roarke's supporters demanded. "The Netherkin have decimated our numbers for a century. We barely have enough trained warriors to defend Thornhaven, let alone mount an offensive against cosmic entities."

  "That's why we need the alliance with the Netherkin faction," Faye insisted. "Together, we stand a chance. Divided, we fall—it's that simple."

  "Simple?" Roarke's laugh was bitter. "Nothing about this situation is simple, Wilderpath. You ask us to trust creatures that have slaughtered our people for generations, based on a crumbling mural and vague visions."

  "I ask you to recognize the greater threat," Faye retorted. "To see beyond old hatreds and—"

 

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