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Chapter 10 - Chapter 10

Maegaron Estate — Strategy Chamber, Early Morning

The room was heavy with the scent of parchment and ink, the glow of candlelight flickering against ancient stone walls lined with tapestries depicting Valyria's storied past. Maps of the city, its estates, and the surrounding lands were spread across the broad table, scattered with colored markers and miniature figurines representing troops and ships.

Kaelarys stood over the table, fingers tracing the routes and points of interest he had painstakingly noted. His violet eyes shone with determination, reflecting the flickering flames.

"We have weakened their fleet," he said, voice low but commanding. "One ship captured means one less for our enemies. But the Velaryons guard their dragon egg with ferocity unmatched. We will need more than stealth this time."

Lyanna, standing beside him, nodded. "I've secured more slaves from the city's underbelly. They will be trained as fighters and servants. Their loyalty will be ours if we treat them well."

Varyn leaned forward, his dark eyes glinting with intrigue. "The magical artifacts remain key. I have located an ancient shrine in the eastern ruins where a powerful talisman lies. It could turn the tide."

Kaelarys's system interface blinked softly.

New Quest: Retrieve Talisman from Eastern Ruins (0/1)Skill Unlock: Dragonbinding Ritual (Progress: 25%)

A slow smile curved Kaelarys's lips. "We will split our forces. I will lead the mission to the ruins, while Lyanna strengthens our fleet and trains our slaves."

The sun rose higher as plans were set in motion. Kaelarys prepared his gear—Valyrian steel sword gleaming, the magic ring snug on his finger, and a cloak woven from shadows.

As he stepped into the bright morning, the city buzzed with life and hidden danger. Every corner held a potential ally or foe.

The journey to the eastern ruins was fraught with peril. Kaelarys moved with purpose, his senses alert to every whisper of magic and rustle of movement.

The ruins loomed ahead — shattered pillars and crumbling statues half-buried in ash and vine. The shrine pulsed faintly with magical energy.

Kaelarys whispered the ancient incantations the system had taught him. The air shimmered as the talisman—a small obsidian amulet—hovered into view.

Suddenly, a surge of magical energy exploded from the shadows. A guardian spirit materialized, its form flickering like smoke, eyes blazing with otherworldly fire.

Kaelarys steadied himself, summoning all his magical ability. His mind raced with spells, defenses, and strategies learned from the system.

The battle was fierce—blades clashed with ethereal flames, spells collided in a dazzling display of light and shadow. Pain lanced through Kaelarys's side, but his will was unbreakable.

With a final, commanding gesture, he sealed the spirit back into the shrine and grasped the talisman.

Returning to the estate, Kaelarys felt the weight of destiny pressing down upon him. The pieces were moving. The game was no longer merely survival—it was conquest.

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