The morning after the beacon lit the skies, Fyrhaal's ancient corridors hummed with energy. Tribes that had long held grudges arrived under banners of ash, drawn by the undeniable signal of unification. The Requiem's numbers had swelled overnight. Fires crackled brighter. The walls of Fyrhaal seemed to exhale after centuries of silence.
Ryon awoke to a low hum—deep, vibrating through the floor of the chamber he shared with Kaela, Shaera, and Neive. It wasn't the usual tremor of awakening stone or ritual flame. It was colder. Hungrier. It pulsed through the bones of the fortress like a silent scream.
He sat up, eyes narrowing. The System blinked into view, flickering with red overlays.
> System Alert: Unknown Magical Interference Detected
Threat Level: High
Recommended Action: Immediate Investigation
