The village was safe, but the statue was stone once more. Kael realized then that the Protector wasn't a god or a machine; it was a sentry. And as long as the bronze heart remained, Aethelgard would never truly be alone in the dark.
In desperation, Kael did something foolish. He climbed the ancient scaffolding left by long-dead stonemasons until he reached the statue’s chest. There, embedded in the granite, was a circular bronze seal the size of a shield. The "Heart of the Vow." The Great Protector
A deep, resonant hum vibrated through Kael’s bones. Blue light, pale as glacier ice, began to spiderweb across the statue's chest. Kael tumbled back onto the wooden platform as the colossal head of the knight slowly, agonizingly, tilted downward. The village was safe, but the statue was stone once more
Kael looked up from the pasture. The Great Protector was no longer on its pedestal. It stood three miles North, knee-deep in a frozen lake, its sword now pointed toward a different horizon. Its pose was different—more alert, more weary. In desperation, Kael did something foolish
The village of Aethelgard sat in the palm of a jagged mountain range, a tiny spark of life in a world of ice. For generations, the villagers had lived in the shadow of the , a colossal statue of a knight carved directly into the highest peak . Its stone sword was leveled at the horizon, and its blank eyes stared eternally toward the Northern Wastes.
That changed on the night the sky turned the color of a bruised plum.
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