Chapter 101

• The air in the council chamber was thick with tension as the alliance leaders gathered, their faces a mixture of anger and unease. A faint hum filled the room, emanating from a magical sphere at the center of the table. It projected an image of The Harbinger, his dark cloak billowing around him as he stood in a shadowed, storm-filled landscape. His voice, deep and commanding, echoed through the chamber.
• “Your alliance is a charade,” The Harbinger declared, his glowing eyes narrowing. “A desperate attempt to cling to systems that have long since failed. Balance? Unity? Lies crafted to maintain a crumbling order. I will destroy your fragile world, tear down your false peace, and rebuild from the ashes.”
• Gasps filled the room as his words reverberated. The Harbinger’s image gestured behind him, revealing a massive force assembling under his banner: rogue werewolves, witches, and corrupted supernatural creatures. At their forefront stood Rita, her expression smug and confident. The corrupted artifact pulsed in her hands, its chaotic energy distorting the air around it.