⚔️ Chapter Twenty-Two: The Obsidian Hall.
The solitary march to the Obsidian Hall was a gauntlet of frozen isolation, a journey that stripped away the last vestiges of my previous life. For three endless days, I moved through the ravaged, magic-laced atmosphere of the world, every psychic current singing a chaotic symphony of fear, ambition, and disbelief. The Thorn, fused to my core, fed me with chilling precision, rendering the cold, hunger, and fatigue into mere abstract concepts. I was a vessel of function, and the ultimate command was to reach the Council.
I arrived at the Obsidian Hall late on the fourth night. The Hall itself was a testament to ancient, terrified power: a monolithic structure carved deep into a peak perpetually dusted with snow, secured by arcane wards designed to suppress anything less than absolute control.
